Of course, pronouncing it the Year of One’s Health is only tempting the fates. I should remember things like that.
New Orleans was fabulous – we did lots of amazing things. We drank wine while being pelted with rain. We biked all over the 9th Ward. We met a former union organizer with a museum in his backyard who was a member of a Jewish Mardi Gras krewe (Krewe du Jieux). It was a great trip.
New Orleans also gave me the worst sick of my life: in the last 5 days I’ve had Exorcist hacking coughs and wheezies, chills, a wretched ear infection, conjunctivitis, laryngitis, and probably some other -itises. Luckily the sick didn’t get too bad until after my presentation, but I did have a terrible day of traveling. I always get cranky when people fly sick, but now I understand why they might do it: sometimes you are so pathetic that all you want to do is get home to your doctor and your bed. Being sick in a hotel room is pretty crummy.
After being gone from work for a week for the conference, I’m out again for a few days so I don’t infect the rest of the world (my doctor laughed when I asked if I could go back to work yesterday). Sky’s sick, too, so we’re lying around our house entreating the cats for cuddles and eating nothing but smoothies. Sky just called me an albino mole. He’s kind of right, with the pink eyes. I’m pretty sure he meant it lovingly.
So I’ll be back in a few days with more on the conference. And less on the plague.
I couldn’t think of a good picture, because no one wants to see pink eye. So I went with beignets – we had some, they were swell.
(Cafe du Monde photo courtesy of nerdling)