The flu persists, but I’m getting better, I think. (Thanks to my Finkville fiends who sent me good wishes!) Whereas I could only type two sentences yesterday, I’m not as violently ill as I was then. Now it’s more weakness than nausea. One more day on the home front should take care of that.
It galled me to no end to cancel rehearsal last night. As I told a friend: God does not want this show to open.
But today, I get back on the bike and ride, for good or ill. We’ll see how it shakes out by the time I’m done with rehearsal at 7:00 tonight. I’ll likely feel like 10 miles of bad road, but I have to get back in the race.
In the meantime, some good news. Kwame got out today. Remember Kwame Kilpatrick, former mayor of Detroit who got caught in an unfortunate text-messaging scandal? Best of luck to him — at least he admitted it was wrong.
Then there’s mentioning a violent, alcohol-soaked arrest of Ohio State lineman Alex Boone, and the fact that he will likely be drafted by the NFL — all in the same breath. Pro sports, investment banking, real estate…the convicts are everywhere, making way more money than you or I. Are we all in the wrong business?
All right. Time for more nasty Gator stuff…Mavis got the “low-calorie” type, but it’s still nasty. Ick.