It’s been 10 days since my last post.
And while there really weren’t any rumors of my death, at least none that I know of, for part of my absence it very nearly felt like I was dying.
It started out so innocent: a brief report that I was taking a mini vacation, then I was off to Los Angeles for a 5-day visit with old friends. And yet, on the day I was to return to Fish & Bicycles, I suddenly became very ill, I missed the entire week at my job, and I’m only just now feeling able to write something.
I’ll spare the gory details of whatever flavor of flu it was that got me, but suffice to say it kicked.my.ass.
On the bright side, the trip to L.A. was everything I’d hoped for. Reconnecting with my longest-standing, dearest friends felt like wrapping myself in a cozy old wool sweater I’ve had since high school.
I’ll be back tomorrow with something more typical for me, inspired by my grocery run to Trader Joe’s today.
Hint: It has something to do with food. (/wink)