apologies. I was, as you know, in Mexico. Picked up a little cliche there that we like to call "food poisoning" on New Year's Eve. It took more than 20 hours and four Immodium pills before I got some relief - at which point, I was rather desperately dehydrated. Unfortunately, the treatment, though necessary at the time, was a bit too effective, and on Saturday night we had to rush to the ER. Why I try to live with things until I'm completely debilitated, I'll never understand. Anyhow. Things are moving again since Sunday, but the body's still not on track. I'm afraid I'm on a bit of a creative hiatus as I struggle to keep my head above water (my friend is teaching for me today, thank goodness), prepare to leave town on Wednesday, and get my body ready for this quarter. All I really want to do is go back to sleep some more.
On the bright side, my skinny jeans fit again. Actually, all of my skinny pants fit again. Nothing like being ill for two weeks for a crash diet. Blech.