When people ask why I don't do more conventions, my number one answer is, "Because I almost always wind up catching some horrid crud and lose days and days of work that I can't afford to lose."
I did get quite a bit done yesterday before the fever hit, even if none of it was writing "Bradbury Weather." I did an interview about absinthe with someone from the BBC. I tackled more of the languishing e-mails. I dealt with some confusion surrounding who would be handling film and television rights on The Dry Salvages. I agreed to an interview for Bookslut that will be appearing, I believe, in the November issue. I finally chose the author's photo for The Dry Salvages. I'd really wanted to use a Nar'eth photo, but none of them were absolutely perfect, so you just get me and an Argentinosaurus, instead. I have got to be well by Monday, at the latest, as there's just too much to do. Oh, and we're supposed to look at a potential new loft this weekend, because my life is not currently insane enough without having to frelling move again (this will be move #4 since August 2001, which is bloody ridiculous).
Today, my greatest aspiration is to keep the fever at bay.
And tonight is kid night, thank gods.