I have been sick. Like stupid sick. "Stupid sick" is the sick that falls somewhere between "really sick" and "I, Sarah, being of sound mind do hereby bequeath my copies of all my out of print books to... sick." It started as a simple cold my lovely little girl brought home from school. I wasn't too worried; sniffles, a little cough, I'll be fine. That's where the stupid part comes in. That little cold has blossomed into so very much more than I bargained for. I did not realize just how many words there were in the English language that ended with "-itis." Sinusitis. Otitis. Bronchitis.
Here is what my bout of stupid sickness means for you:
- Nothing, really. Let's face it.
- I'm late announcing October's winner and will likely be so exhausted by the end of this post that I won't have the energy to post the pretty pictures and enthusiastic announcement of November's prize until tomorrow. (But it will be worth it, I promise)
- No "I Need Friends Friday" this week. I know. I'm sorry. But I just can't do it this week. I will be happy if I am still alive by Friday. (yes, slight exaggeration)
Congrats, Kathleen. Shoot me off an email (you can use the "Contact Me" tab at the top of the page) with your mailing address, and the chocolates will be delivered to you just as soon as I am conscious enough to put in the order.
I promise on a stack of Jane Austen first editions (wow, wouldn't that be great to actually have those!?!?!) that tomorrow I will announce November's prize and that it will be uh-may-zing!!!
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