Right now, I am supposed to be dressed in a cute cocktail dress and parking my car near a big warehouse in Seattle’s South Lake Union Neighborhood. Tonight is the Henry Art Gallery’s annual gala, and I’m on the list to volunteer.
Or, I was. I’m sick. I’ve been sick all week, and sleeping and drinking vast quantities of tea has made no difference at all. I’m still too ill to stand up without getting dizzy, I am congested in ways that are truly disgusting, and I can barely croak my own name. I’m in no shape to head to a party, and I’m so disappointed I want to cry.
For those of you who will be going to SEE HEAR TASTE FEEL tonight, enjoy yourselves!
I am now going back to bed. Maybe when I wake up, I’ll be able to breathe.