High and Low
Well, last week was pretty rough, but it ended on high note.
After passing out in the shower on Tuesday, I crawled into bed, not to emerge (except to pee, check email, and post hello to Toronto Life readers—yeah, I’m so OC) until Saturday. I had the most wicked virus ever—the fucker knocked me on my ass so quickly, my head was literally spinning. I had chills, aches, blinding headache, and a complete and utter lack of energy. One day I couldn’t even read. I had to take four days off work, making me feel like such a shit. I had to take my first extension ever for my paper. I was worried sick that I wasn’t going to be able to spend any time with my dear friend Tanis, coming all the way from Alberta to see her bloggy pals.
But I woke up Saturday morning, and I could actually go down a flight of stairs without needing a nap afterwards. I made it to the big blogger meetup at Panorama Saturday night. It wasn’t the evening of debauchery I’d planned--I had to stick to a bottle of Perrier and I was home in bed by eleven--but I’m just thankful I got there at all.
I gave them their own key, and I woke up Sunday morning with Mama T and Tanis in my spare bed--how hot is that? Sunday afternoon, Tanis and I hooked up with Anne and Sandra for a lovely afternoon at the Distillery District. It just wasn’t enough time, but I’m so glad we had Tanis here in person, even for a short visit. She is not as smart, funny and beautiful as she appears on her blog--she is ten times more so.
Miss you already, darlin’.