That Beautiful Land Where I Am Not . . .

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Well, this is disappointing.

Wednesday, I came down with an infection.  Nothing serious -- two days in bed later, I was fit as a fiddle and fine as frog's hair.  But I was also on the ground, in Philadelphia.  While the airplane I was not in was on its way to China.

It's like Tracy Morgan says:  "If you want to make God laugh, make plans.  Or read Him a Dave Barry book."

Fortunately, I had trip cancellation insurance, so I can take the money and buy another tour sometime in the yet-to-be determined future.  In the meantime, I'll put the China novel on the back burner and get to work on the other novel I'm writing. The first chapter will be a bear.  But after that, it'll be a hoot.

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