I have all these things I need to do, and want to do, but haven't done. Including writing here. It's been one thing after another on Suburban Island.
I came back from the cruise, which was phenomenal, and flew out to the annual meeting for work the next day. These work meeting are intense learning experiences and you are with your co-workers from the time you wake up until you drop off to sleep - exhausted. All through the meeting, I promised myself that I would come back and write more about my adventures on the high seas but I started feeling a little ill on my last day in Tuscon and by Friday night I was full out sick with a nasty respiratory virus. I rarely get so sick that I just stop everything and sit on the sofa or go up to bed but that is what I did. I had a sore throat, fever, cough, and that icky achy feeling. Because I have asthma, I know that there is more to come because my asthma is going to flair and even with meds I am wheezing and I know my breathing is way off. And maybe because of the wacky breathing, or the coughing, or the generally virus symptoms, my head just felt like it was spinning a little. I did get some medicine but by this morning I was still feeling really bad. I went to see my doctor and I am a mess. He told me to stop working for a few days - a hard order for me to follow but I will because he is right - and get some rest. He switched up my meds so I should be on the mend.
Enough about my sad state.
I had a wonderful opportunity while I was in Tucson to see one of my favorite bloggers and very cool person - Christopher aka Spritopias of Caustically Optimistic. He drove a couple hours to take me to lunch before my work conference started and I was so delighted to see him. Of course, you know we had to have an adventure - and we did. I call it the adventure of the lost restaurant.
Ironically, we couldn't find a restaurant to have our lunch at and the places the hotel recommended were all closed. Everything in town seemed to be closed on Sunday afternoon. We drove - or rather Christopher drove and I commented on the the interesting aspects of the local architecture. Christopher managed to park without incident in a parallel parking space down the street from some promising looking eateries but after dashing through the rain we discovered they were closed. Yes, everything was closed. Sadly, after power-parking, we had to shove of again in search for what we were beginning to despair of every finding - a restaurant with an OPEN sign in the window that didn't just serve beer and bar snacks. We were starving.
We drove down the restaurant-less streets as in some newly discovered Twilight Zone episode.
I have to tell you - I was getting worried. I think Christopher was too but he was soldiering on and because of his determination to prove that we were not in said Twilight Zone episode, he did spot a great restaurant where we dined on the most delicious sampler platter of quesadillas that I have ever had. Ditto on the tamales - corn, beef, and chicken. I was in heaven.
It was great fun seeing Christopher. And the lunch was his treat! Now that's a real pal.