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Wednesday,
June 7, 2006
When it rains, it pours
This has not been the best of weeks in the Fletcher household.
Last Thursday, my friend Adrianne died, and I spent the weekend creating an "In
Memorial" page for her, talking with her husband, talking with the members
of a listserv we were both on, crying a lot, buying a pink rosebush as a memorial,
and generally trying to hold things together.
Monday, I woke up feeling like I've been beaten with a stick. Figuring it was a side effect of the grief, I went into work anyway and managed to do four hours before staggering home and collapsing. Since then, I've had on and off nausea, tiredness and the "beaten with a stick" sensation that persuaded me to stay home today.
I have a con this weekend. I have houseguests coming for said con. I have stories that I have to critique for the con's workshop. I have rooms I still need to clean (Lyndon will help out on that, though) and clients to keep happy. And I keep riding that edge of nausea where I don't really need to throw up, but my stomach is definitely keeping it as an option.
Like I said, not the best of weeks, which is why I haven't been chomping at the bit to update here. Hope y'all don't mind -- I'll try to catch up when I'm feeling better.