For those of you who have wondered, no, I was not on a mission in space, nor was I collecting attractions for my camel spider circus in Iraq.
No, the truth is that two weeks ago I woke up very, very ill. We think it was some sort of sinus infection-related problem, but whatever it is, it rendered me totally without equilibrium and unable to stand up. I was in Canada at the time, so Lea was able to take care of me until I was able to fly (which extended my stay by a full week). I'm still quite woozy, but I couldn't miss any more days of teaching, so I'm staggering my way through it.
A couple of things come to mind:
(1) When they say "as long as you've got your health," boy, they sure aren't kidding. As long as you feel relatively well, most anything else can be worked out. But if you don't...yikes.
(2) You'll never really know what love is until you have someone else taking care of you in every possible way. I don't know what I would've done without Lea over the last two weeks. I'm sure she was ready to kick me off the balcony a time or two, but she overcame the bloodlust and really got me through this. I love you, honey.
So that's my story. If you see me staggering around, know that I'm not drunk. This time.