And missed going to the movies with Tribe and Mrs. Tribe, going to lunch with my friend Mary and going to the movies with Anca et all. The one thing I didn't miss was my writer's group where I threw up all over their bathroom. Their dog, Moby, who is not a people person, did the very kind thing of cuddling up beside me all night-intuiting perhaps how wretched I felt.
Megan "The Song is You" Abbott arrives tomorrow to give her noir talk at the Grosse Pointe Woods Public Library. More than 80 people have signed up to come. I only twisted about a third of their arms. If you're near, come on out.
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Tommorow? I thought it was Tuesday. I'm not going crazy...crazier, am I?
Feel better, sweetie. That's rotten about you being sick for the long weekend. :-(
Megan is Tuesday, yes?
so sorry you're still sick! my son called yesterday to give me a scene-by-scene account of his stomach flu. whew. this is a particulary nasty one.
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