It took me 10.5 hours to drive home from Bread Loaf on Sunday. It might have been a shorter trip, but there was heavy rain in New York and New Jersey that didn't stop until well into Pennsylvania, so traffic was slow. Everything seemed fine when I got here and I picked up Bhikku this morning. He's happy to be home, but tired, as always, from 2 weeks of partying with the other dogs at the kennel.
I brought home with me:
-- a cold; my sore throat has been developing all day
-- books; lots of books
-- ideas for revision of the story I workshopped
-- renewed determination to work and submit
-- a long list of new friends
4 comments:
I hope your throat feels better, Cliff.
Uh, oh, sounds like BLARS to me. (Bread Loaf Acute Respiratory Syndrome.) So far I've avoided it (knock wood).
BLARS it is; I felt it creeping up on my on Saturday. However, I'd rather feel miserable (which I do) at home than at Bread Loaf.
How crummy.
Har har.
:)
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