|Our drive in on Sunday seems to have used up the last of the area's sunshine. . . . it was a beautiful welcome!|
But instead of writing that post, I wrote this little Status Update on Facebook this morning:
"When you're away from home, and you think you've found a great new little place to eat, but by the time you get back to your hotel room your tummy hurts, and you lie in bed in the dark for a few hours hoping maybe you're imagining it until it's pretty clear you're not. . . .At least, when you wake up with absolutely nothing in your tummy, every abdominal muscle promising it's going to hurt even more tomorrow, your husband brings you back tea from the hotel dining room, in china, not cardboard. . . Now to see if I can keep it down. ('cause by "you," I meant "I' all along. You knew that, right?)"