Boy is this going to be short. Stomach flu. Not good. Will spare you all details, but been sick (as a dog? where did that expression come from?) Been sick for 3 days, huge snow storm kept friends out, me in. Jim, my wonderful guy, just took the afternoon off to come out with saltine crackers and ginger ale for me. Heaven.
Wanted to write about the seminar in Des Moines, the participants and hosts were so wonderful. Stay tuned, don’t have much vertical time in me yet… BUT here’s the question: All of Monday and Tuesday, when I was flat on my back, young BC Willie never once brought me a toy to throw for him. To say that’s atypical is understating the matter. Oh sure, he’ll stop when you say “Enough” but he’ll try again in a half hour or so. But he never tried, ever for 2 1/2 days. Why? Did he know I was sick? Or… (more likely?) was my lack of movement acting as a lack of trigger, or inadvertent cue? What do you think? I am hoping to be back among the living, at least for a few hours, tomorrow, but please excuse my deadbeat lack of responses to any comments. (But hey, I’ve lost 7 pounds! I know, I know, it’ll all come back….)