There's only one thing worse than having a stomach virus: Having a stomach virus away from home.
That was me last Friday. The very night I arrived for a writer's retreat, I was up all night munching rolaids like a woman desperate to avoid an encounter with the great white throne. Good news, it worked. Bad news, I was still down for 24 hours, face-down on a sterile pillow on a hard bed with nothing familiar but my toothbrush.
Mama Colleen was in the hotel though and checked on me, and my roomie Kristin kept me up-to-date on the goings on that I was missing. I worried the entire time about infecting Kristin before she had a chance to be honored for being a Christy finalist, but alas, she stayed healthy and I was feeling good in time to see her honored. Above, we're at the Christy's celebrating her acheivement.