I will not write anything meaningful (not unusual, I know). There is no excuse, but several reasons for such shabby treatment of faithful readers, who will have a hole in their daily routine. This disturbs me, because I have collected so much material for show and tell. A brief glimpse of my photo files suggest 20 to thirty galleries. Copious notes taken along the way should keep me busy for weeks...if I can read my writing.
All are surely familiar with the acronym SOS, which is a remnant from days when people traveled mostly by ship. Fortunately, this was not needed by our ship...and I wonder if Morse code is even still used. Anyway, I have a new acronym: HMON, which begs people to have mercy on me. I have no idea how this looks in Morse code.
Unfortunately, jet lag, flu, and a bad attitude (caused by 1 and 2) prevent me from spending much time at a computer. Jet lag is expected and normal, when one travels to the antipode. Flu is compliments of someone in Hong Kong, who shared his germs with all those in his or her vicinity. I am rarely sick, preferring major surgery or broken bones to a mere flu. But, what can you do. Assumption is the mother of many things, one of them belief in one’s invincibility.
Depending upon one’s point of view or side in an argument, life is not fair or life is fair. As punishment for having such a good trip, our furnace quit last night. We woke up to a cold house. We had become used to cold rooms, but those were cooled by air-conditioning. Lack of warm water is not pleasant at this latitude and this season.
My wife had to attend a seminar in Stuttgart, so we were up early to get to the train station. One benefit of flying from east to west is that one is awake early; the opposite direction can cause pain to early risers. Anyways, I was tasked with certain duties, such as buying food to fill the empty refrigerator. Shopping is a chore (in the negative sense), but a real drag when suffering from unwanted and/or self-imposed ailments. After lunch, I took some cold medicine and settled in for the usual week/7 days needed to recover from flu.
I got out of bed only long enough to write this tosh...
Someday, I’ll have no reasons and no excuses for not fulfilling promises of providing observations on my trip. Now, I will lay back and feel sorry for myself...
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.