Feeling much better this morning, and off in a few minutes to celebrate Thanksgiving with friends and family.

(I am once again relying on TIVO to record the Giants – Broncos contest tonight, so no commentary about it here, please. I probably won’t watch it until tomorrow).

I have a lot to be thankful for. My readers, my friends, and most of all Parris.

I hope all you reading this are similarly blessed.

Happy Thanksgiving.

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I got home a little past midnight on Sunday night, after a long and gruelling trip from Casablanca. Three flights, changes in NYC/ JFK and Minneapolis/St. Paul, close to twenty-four hours in transit since the wake-up call came through in my Casablance hotel. I was pretty much a zombie by the time I stumbled off the last flight into Parris’s loving arms, and a rotting zombie at that. After being oh-so-careful in Morocco — not drinking the water, brushing the teeth with bottle water, avoiding uncooked food, etc — I made the grievous error of eating at the McDonald’s in the Minneapolis airport during our layover there, and came down with an nice all-American case of food poisoning. By the time I boarded my last flight my stomach felt as if I’d swallowed a lead bowling ball. It was the first time I’d eaten at a Mickey D’s in a decade, and I hope that it’s the last.

Anyway, the last day and a half I’ve spent mostly in bed or in the john, but I’m feeling a little better now. This is the first time I’ve felt strong enough to boot up my computer… where, of course, I found five hundred emails waiting.

The trip was great, and I hope to write more about it later, when I’m feeling stronger.

I have to say, though, I am not sure how many of these overseas trips are left in me. It’s great when I get there, but air travel has just become SO exhausting and SO uncomfortable, especially when oceans are involved, that the mere thought of any more just now is daunting.
Where are the rocket planes that I was promised in the SF of my youth?

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Back home, safe and sound. Finland was great and I enjoyed my visit to Estonia as well. More on both later. The journey home was endless and exhausting, and god, I hate the TSA, especially the ones at Chicago O’Hare. Petty pseudopolice drunk on their authority. But never mind.

Tons of emails, a mountain of mail, much sleep to catch up on. I’ll be digging out from under for a while. But lots of cool stuff happening too, on all sorts of fronts. I’ll post what I can when I can.

Next trip on the schedule is worldcon in Montreal. I have my program for that, and will post it here soon. I’m hoping to complete a few more chapters for DANCE before taking off. Still tugging, slashing, and cursing that Meereenese knot.

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Still fighting the crud here. Feeling a little better this morning, but still not a hundred per cent. I did manage to stagger across to my office. We’ll see how long I last. If I take off too long, the mountain of stuff becomes overwhelming by the time I get back.

And now it appears I’ve passed on this cold/ flu / whatever to my assistant Ty, who has passed it on to his wife. A plague sweeping through New Mexico.

I hate feeling sick.

Hoping to be my old self by the weekend… there’s so much bloody work to do…

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spent most of the last two days in bed, coughing and sleeping

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