Tropical Depression

It's a beautiful day in Chiang Mai, Thailand. The clouds hang low over the greening mountains; birds sing and geckos cackle lightly.

I have the guest house to myself, I have a stable internet connection, I have nothing on my schedule for another four or five hours -- finally some time to just relax -- I should be thrilled.

But I'm not. In fact, I'm miserable. I'm sick -- the throw up and squirt kind. I haven't eaten for hours, but it feels like I've gorged myself on over-rich, over-spicy food (which, surprisingly, I haven't). Every time I stand up I feel like I'm going to pass out, and I have to visit the potty so often I can't get any decent sleep.

Waaahh.

Eric's off making jewelry and the rest of the team is seeing the local sights since the kids are busy with school. Tonight is the big picnic bash, and it looks like there's a 50/50 chance that I might miss it, along with a fair portion of my time with the kids.

So, I'm a little depressed. Nothing a few hours of sleep and a long, long shower won't fix, but right now I feel lousy. I have a lot of responsibilities here, and I may not be able to fulfill them. Please pray that I recover quickly. I have a long list of things I want to do with my team before leaving Chiang Mai.

Okay. I'm going to stop now. Nature is calling once again.

Peace.