It's a Writing Thing

Guess I was too sleepy last night.

Congrats to naominovik's hubby Charles who picked up an Edgar for Best Short Story:

"The Home Front" - Death Do Us Part by Charles Ardai (Hachette Book Group - Little, Brown and Company)

...of me, more's the pity. I've been slammed by the cold from hell. Was halfway okay this a.m. - sniffly and a bit congested, but not bad.

Somewhere around 1:00 it slammed me against the wall and not in a good way. I went home freom work early and crashed. Just woke up.

Had my blood drawn first thing this a.m. for pre-surgery. First nurse was nice enough but OMG, if she ever comes near me with a needle again, I'm running. I have two giganto bruises because of her. Second nurse was wonderful and stuck me with no problems.

My EKG was normal and all is copacetic, except for the ColdMonster.

Last night was awesome. We did the Spy Museum thing for our monthly MWA function. beledibabe and I especially enjoyed the Hollywood spies exhibit. Emma Peel's leather trousers! Sean Connery's shoes from one of the Bond movies! Badges and other props from Man from U.N.C.L.E.!

Afterwards, a group of us went for dinner at Zola, a rather posh place next door. It was utterly decadently yummy. I started with a lovely crab/corn chowder, followed by scallops and ended with homemade hazelnut ice cream.

Tonight will be rather plebeian. I think I'll make some soup and pamper myself until I feel better.