I feel like I've been sleep walking for days. I arrived in the UK last Tuesday, and flew directly to Cork....but shortly after arriving, I came down with a severe case of the flu.

Being sick while being on the road sucks. First, there is no one to take care of you, or to even provide you sympathy. I made several calls to my husband and to friends...but remote sympathy is really a poor substitute for being petted and cared for!

Second, because I flew all the way here, I can hardly call in sick. I had to carry on with my presentations. For one presentation, I took such a combination of meds to keep from harking up a lung in front of potential customers, that I almost fell over when I stood to talk....whoops!

So, instead of shopping in London, or going to a matinee this weekend, I spent the days in bed. Boring, boring, boring. But today, Sunday, I'm feelng a little bit better. So maybe I'll manage to crawl down to my pub for a stella tonight....