Somewhere between my adventures in Omaha and the last day or so, I have fallen quite ill with what may be the first portion of an epic cold. I slept through most of yesterday's afternoon's dinner, then left early, missing the St. Patrick's Day party completely. You can imagine my frustration at this, given my feelings about how many compromises I already make to my social activities.
Meanwhile, I feel like hell. Supposed to go to Florida Wednesday, which will not be fun if I have to do it with this horrible cold hanging around.
On the plus side, my restless dreams last night included a visit to Australia to hang out with Cat Sparks. If only that were true.