Chapomatic

I had a busy Friday planned.  After a week in Baltimore dealing with work issues, I had an extra day to visit a bunch of people in Washington, some connected with my current job, some connected to the new career.  I found Smash and arranged for coffee with him, and got the map for Walter Reed for the Friday ‘do.

After a nice dinner in Shirlington, I went back to the Baltimore hotel and put the uniform together…but things weren’t feeling so nice.  The next thirty six hours were very unpleasant ones, without the comfort of any raucous party beforehand.  The irony of a bout of what I assume was food poisoning on a guy who just spent the week talking about, among other things, biological weapons, was not welcomed.

So I have yet again missed out on a chance to be at Walter Reed on Friday, and missed several opportunities to get smarter about my job.   I feel terrible missing out on a chance on honoring guys who have given their all just because I was too dizzy and feverish to drive, but risk is risk.

So.  My apologies if I missed you in D.C., and I would much rather have been in different circumstances.  For the rest of y’all, that’s one reason I’ve been incommunicado for a few days.

Remind me not to get sick like that again.