Amelia Island, the end

Donna has turned mom on Sonnie. Sonnie wants to go home, and Donna said she could go home early if she could take a shower by herself and pack her own suitcase.

The docs had a late night of karaoke, making do with a Barbie karaoke machine that Carlos managed to find. Dr. D had incriminating pictures of the event.

I'm so ready to go home and get out of Florida air and back into Maryland air. I can already feel a head cold coming on.

Amelia Island, part 3

Sonnie is very sick - headache, nausea, vomiting, dizziness. She ended up going to the hospital. Our faculty are worried about her, and several have volunteered to go to the hospital and have a look at her. Since Bob and I aren't sick, I'm hoping it wasn't my cooking that did her in.

I suspect Dr. D will want to do some karaoke tonight. I think I'll plead headache to get out of it.

I really must learn to dress more warmly for these meetings. It may be sweltering hot outside, but they keep these meeting rooms at icebox temperatures! And unfortunately, being cold makes me sleepy. I was yawning through the entire meeting - the moderator looked at me several times. I wonder if he'd believe me if I explained that it was the room temperature and not the content making me sleepy.

Amelia Island, part 2

I had lunch with Sonnie and Bob in an odd place yesterday. It was part cafe, part grocery store. The produce bins were behind me, and the meat counter was opposite me. I ended up buying stuff to make us all dinner last night. It was a basic stir fry, but it beat hotel food.

Did I mention that there's a tea kettle in my condo? (They haven't kicked me out yet.) I can have a decent cup of tea made properly with boiling water instead of the lukewarm coffee-water I usually end up with on these trips. It really is the little things...

Amelia Island

Florida is no longer on my list of places to live. It's too hot and too muggy. How do people stand it?

I was tired, hot, hungry, and cross by the time I arrived at the registration center on this island. The place is so bloody big that you have to take a tram to get everywhere. I somehow ended up with a condo, though I'm sure it's some sort of mistake, and they'll come and kick me out soon enough. Too bad the fridge and pantry aren't stocked. I could actually cook my own meals instead of being subjected to hotel food.

good and bad

The good news is that I didn't have to go to the Chicago heart failure program after all. The bad news is that I have to go to Florida for the advisory board two days earlier than I had planned (I hate being the recipient of last-minute on-site staffing decisions). This means that I have to give up my entire weekend, and I won't be home when the new Harry Potter book arrives. I am miffed on both counts.