Plaquenil Farts, Socks, and Things Along the Way
And here it is nearly three weeks later and I'm carving some time . . . well, damn, time is getting away from me. I last left with leaving for the AHA in Washington DC. Yup. I even brought the cold with me. Home, the day I took flight from NYC to DC. DC thought I needed snow to feel at home. Um, DC . . . no. No snow needed, but thanks for the thought. And then there is the basis of the AHA . . . The big meeting of historians, not just ones that study the States. Yawn, stretch, drink some more coffee. For three days, every year I go, I run non-freaking stop. As in, at one point, I told my editor that we needed to find chairs or conversing with me would be from the floor. I was more serious than not. Damn, just thinking about the three meetings about random things, one panel presentation, two (or was it three) meetings with editors, coffee with a colleague, coffee with two more, submission of my vita ...