For those of you to whom I owe phone calls, e-mails, visits in New York, etc.:
I apologize. For the past five days I\’ve been in bed, literally sleeping 18 hours a day, with bronchitis and possibly strep throat (culture results come back in two days). Haven\’t gone to New York. May not. Hurts to talk, haven\’t called anyone. Don\’t feel like talking. E-mail has sporadically been down as am in the process of changing to my new dedicated server in between episodes of my lungs collapsing.
Will\’s 83 year old father is/was looking forward to us coming up to visit, but as I am ill, I cannot. His dad really wants to see us, or at least Will, so on the phone today to Will he asked why we haven\’t come up yet. For the third time Will explained that I\’m sick and said \”Dad, she\’s not on her deathbed, but I don\’t want to leave her until the meds kick in. She has asthma and has been waking up unable to breathe.\” His father replied \”Can\’t you drop her off at her parents house and have them watch her?\” I give you liberty to laugh at the irony/lack thereof. I started hacking and spewing so hard that I had to excuse myself to the bathroom.
Looks like I\’ll be spending Hogmanay in bed with my head over a hot pot of boiling water. Woo-fucking-hoo.
Rachel, as soon as I\’m feeling better I\’ll drop you a line about making some music.