How did this tragedy occur, you ask? It shouldn't have, right? After all my excitement, my putting up a counter to keep track of the days, you'd think nothing could keep me from runnin' on down there at the appointed time. Nothing, except for the most bone-weary, soul-sucking cold I've ever had.
On Thursday I was feeling the beginnings of it, but it seemed to be nothing more than a regular cough. By Friday morning, I was barely able to stagger out of bed. My entire body felt like it had been pounded on with a sledgehammer, and I had to go to work anyway. By the time I made it home from work on Friday, I could barely stumble over the threshold and crawl up to my bed. The rest of the weekend was not much more than a blur of sleep and more sleep. Oh, and alot of coughing and body aches.
So here I am on Monday evening, coughing now and again, feelin' bad about feelin' bad. I even missed my turn on the Blogchain, another occurrence I regret. I will put up a post tomorrow on it, but I still hate not getting it in on time. I just don't have the energy this evening, and I would rather do the post proper justice.
It's funny. I've had opportunity to meet celebrities before, but these days I'm way more excited to meet all of you. Phil Collins might be my favorite musician of all time, but I'd find it more fun to meet any of my fellow writers than get even a single autograph by good ol' Phil. Strange things are afoot at the Circle K.
Anyway, I'm sorry Beth, that I didn't get to meet you. It would have been awesome. And I'm sorry I don't have pictures and details for everyone else. Maybe I'll get the opportunity at your next book tour, Beth.