Too drunk was more like it. From the sound of things, he’d passed “sick” about four beers back. So, once again, I tackled the chore by myself. For hours I worked alone, until my body just couldn’t take it anymore. By the time I tumbled into bed at midnight, the dust had clogged my airways, causing me to cough and sneeze nonstop. Lovely. Nothing like a director with a head cold. Wednesday dawned bright and sunny. I awoke, rolled over in my bed, and whispered up my usual “Dear Lord, please let this be a good day” prayer. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t deep and spiritual, but it was all I could muster after such a long night. When I tried to sit up on the bed, my arms and legs didn’t want to cooperate. Well, not without pain, anyway. And what was up with my shoulders? Strange. They were almost as stiff and sore as my neck, which refused to turn. And then there was the issue of my stuffy sinuses. They were worse than ever. Maybe I really was coming down with something.
