Dizzy. Headache. Still got the trots. After a failed attempt to feel better over some breakfast I retreated to bed where I stayed for the entire day, excepting frequent trips to the john for loud, violent bouts of Montezuma’s Revenge
Bec was a good sport, but spent most of her day off dealing with a power outage in town that turned her entire staff into nincompoops. But that’s another story.
The whole town smells like a campfire. The air is full of smoke.
So much for my aggressive timeline to Ottawa.
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