The cold that has been running through our family has taken up residence in my head. It's the first cold I've had in years and it feels like a slap in the face. Not just because of the low grade misery but because I've had to bow out on reading my story at Tryon Arts and Crafts School on Halloween night.
Sure, I might be okay to read by then -- but I might not. And as a substitute reader would need time to prepare, I had to inform the folks at Tryon that I wouldn't be with them.
I was told they plan to videotape the event and will have a link on their website after Halloween. And I may just go on and post the story on my blog . . . Meanwhile, I'll take what comfort hot tea with rum and lemon and honey can bring me. Maybe I can just sleep through the worst of it.
