But honestly, I wouldn’t know.
I left Charlottesville early Monday morning battling an allergy-induced upper respiratory infection that had turned into a sinus infection. (Thanks, by the way, to James our airline pilot friend who recommended Afrin so my eardrums wouldn’t burst!) I muddled through my Monday afternoon meetings in Albuquerque, sounding like Froggy from the Little Rascals. I retreated to the hotel and crashed, hoping that a night’s sleep would cure what ailed me. Tuesday morning I drove to Santa Fe for a day of meetings with state agency contacts there and made it to mid-afternoon before my voice gave out entirely. I headed back to Albuquerque and the hotel, wondering why my eyes were bothering me on top of everything else, and by the time I got back to my room and looked in the mirror, realized that I could add conjunctivitis to the list.
I realized that my trip was over. Phoenix, where I was supposed to be today and tomorrow, would have to wait.
So now I’m homeward bound, which is a good thing, although it’s going to be a bit of a pain doing business long-distance that I was planning on doing in person. Much of my work is relationship-based, and it’s a lot easier to do it sitting across a table from someone that it is over the phone or email.
But what I really regret is not being able to run in the desert….