i have returned from the valley of the shadow of death.
i spent the weekend in st. george with some friends who ran the marathon. no, i didn't run it. instead i made merry with friends who i can just be myself around. it was joyous and relaxing.
on the return trip i got a little sick. then sicker. i got home just in time because, well, let me tell you.
i have spent the last 24 hours shaking and sweating and reacquainting myself with the toilet on a face-to-face level if you know what i mean. i told mr. coleman i was dying.
i lost 7 pounds. which i could have done if i'd run the marathon. so, i'm glad i didn't and i'm glad i've lived to tell. i am feeling much better today except the weird newborn-giraffe-like legs.
a huge apology to all my peeps if i spread my germs to you. prepare for the worst.
photo swiped from flikr since i apparently had too much fun to take a single picture of st. george