laramie

Tummy funk in particular. I think it was the sausage. Or, at least, that was the taste most prominent in the back of my throat prior to the re-emergence of yesterday's dinner. Diarrhea is a factor, too; so maybe it's a touch of the flu.

Afterward I have felt too weak to do much. I cancelled my plan to join K and R for our monthly check-in meeting. I probably won't go out to tonight's Rise Up Singing circle. I've spent most of the day in bed, without the energy to do more than make sure the cats have what they need. I haven't tried ingesting anything other than some peppermint tea and a couple grapes.

By contrast yesterday was quite the active, social round. It started with yoga class at nine. Afterward I headed for the Midwest Fiction Writer's meeting, where Mary Janice Davidson was the guest speaker. (Just as amusing in person as in her books.) I was particularly interested to hear that she's usually writing two books at once, types at 120 wpm and her daily average word count is about a hundred pages.

From there I joined a group of the ladies for lunch at the Chilis across the highway from the Sheraton (nee Radisson) South.

Then on to Tea at chirosinger's where I saw a lot of familiar faces (including markiv1111 and Louie, magentamn and ambartil, iraunink and sraun.)

Afterward, on to the Mnstf voting meeting! (I dropped my ballot off in advance, just so I wouldn't have to hurry away from the tea party. That is where I acquired the suspect sausage. (Hey, thorintatge! what kind of sausage was that? I want to be sure to avoid it in the future.) Thorin, Matt and I played a couple rounds of an interesting game called Mimic. (Both of which I lost.) And I met Thorin's African friend, Tambu.

I missed hearing the announcement of the newly elected board members, but Laura told me it was mostly the same as before, with the replacement of cakmpls by dreamshark.