Well, turns out that "what happens in Mexico" does NOT necessarily stay in Mexico!
I was not going to say much about it because I don't want to portray a negative image of my holidays, but the time has come to confess that in some rather significant ways, I am sicker than a donkey!
And [again, like a donkey!] I went to work today, but left at around noon, and went to a doctor.
I am ill.
And I have been ill since Sunday.
At around the time that Devin Hester was running back that opening kickoff, I was incapacitated in my Puerto Vallartan hotel room, watching the tele!
Three of the five people in my vacation party were sick. Obviously something we ate is trying to kill us. Other than this minor setback, everything was superbly fun and excellent. I loved it.
Except for the part where we are now dying and all.
So I am just writing this brief little synopsis tonight to let you know that I miss blogging.
And I will soon be back to my usual braying and hee-hawing.
Unless I actually die.