Apparently, that virus I’ve been dodging has finally caught up with me. Although I still hope to write, in small increments, I’m headed for bed. I’ve got a big trip to London coming up soon, with Sister Sally, and I want to enjoy every minute of it.
So, it’s off to bed for me. Bernice is already saving me a spot. Tea, chicken soup, plenty of water, and a lot of rest. That’s the plan.
I do have some things to tell you, though, as always. Yesterday, I received a package from Syd and Jeanne Greenberg, who began a wonderful theraputic riding program in honor of their daughter, Sari. (I wrote a story based on Sari’s, and theirs, in this year’s “More Than Words” anthology, and met them in person at the celebration in Toronto last month.) The card is beautiful, and closer examination proved it was Syd’s very own art on the front. Not only that, but the message is written in the most gorgeous caligraphy I have ever seen! Syd, you are as amazing as your wonderful wife. The package included a very special gift, too–a Chai symbol on a gold chain. I will write you my personal thanks, of course, but I was so pleased and impressed, I had to thank you on the blog, too.
“A Wanted Man” hits the stores today, in mass market paperback, so if you missed the hardcover version that came out last summer, here’s your chance to read all about Rowdy and Lark. What a pair! (Like Syd and Jeanne, who are still so in love in their 80s that it’s a joy to be around them.)
More tomorrow. If I don’t show up, you’ll know I’m still under the weather. Keep checking back, and stay well.
