Who needs Mt. St. Helens when you have my rumbly tummy? I ask you. Not that you probably want to answer, or care much, but I am beginning to wonder about this food poisoning that has lasted for 36 hours and counting. Actually, stomach flu? Is possible. I just hope it goes away before I go to Minneapolis on Wed. for ACRL National.
I just finished reading A Star Named Henry by Roddy Doyle, and it was brilliant. Is about the Irish revolution which I knew little if anything about, and is told from the point of view of a boy growing up in it who becomes a gunner for the IRA. It’s had me sucked in for a week, and now it’s over.
I am busy planning for Europe. It’s hard to be very thrilled when one has an upset stomach. And I only had to go to Northgate Mall for it, let alone Turkey or eastern Europe. Clearly I should stay home for the travel experience and save my money.
There is work to do, all kinds and too much of it. I am trying to finish my portfolio and it’s not working.
Oh, god, I feel crappy. Off to bed for me.