I just got back from six days in Manhattan and another four days in White Plains at the Novelists, Inc. conference, and although I had a great time, it’s wonderful to be home. Why? Not because I wasn’t having a good time (it was awesome…I even got to hang out with fellow Whiners Dee Davis and Terri Brisbin), but because I now have a NASTY COLD.
Yes, that was the souvenir I brought back with me. I’m feverish. I have chills. And my throat feels like it’s wider than my hips.
That is the price I’m paying for traveling. And it seems like I always get sick upon return from long trips, especially if they’re to go-go-go destinations and not someplace lazy like, say, a beach. I think I ward off the evil germs with adrenaline and then it fades upon return.
But it was worth it. The family and I had an awesome time in the city, and the girls were sufficiently exhausted that they were cool mostly hanging in the room after their dad left and they went to the conference with me. Hey, they even got to rent those really reasonably priced (cough cough) movies from the On Demand system.
The only glitch in our trip (other than the germs that followed me back) was Sandy, our uninvited counterpart. The girls and I were fortunate to get out on Saturday (we’d planned to go back to the city and spend more time there before heading home to Texas). I know some folks at the conference weren’t so lucky; their Sunday flights were delayed or canceled.
To anyone in Sandy’s path, I’m thinking of you. Stay warm, stay dry, stay safe.
How about you? Does your body melt down after returning from a vacation? Are you safe from Sandy? What are your plans for this week? (I had big ones … now those plans have been amended to involve Dayquil and Ibuprofen and lots of Vitamin C!)