I am so sick. I can barely move. I wanted to make it to San Luis Obispo, Califonia, where an Episcopal church was having Thanksgiving services and a potluck. I’m not going to make it.
I’m feverish and am exuding that metallic smell of sickness that permeates everything. Luckily I’m in a motel in Marina. It’s a small, unremarkable town, but it does have a Chinese restaurant right next to the motel I’m in. That’s right, a lot of wonton soup for me. I’ll be drowning in it.


