The Worst Timing

My brother Andy is up in New York this weekend; doing major reportage on ToyFair. Just in time for me to get a nasty case of food poisoning. Friday night it began, and only now on Sunday late afternoon am I feeling anything like my old self. Dude. Weak.

My timing could not be better. Nothin' says family solidarity like spending most of Saturday in bed, next to a plastic-lined trash can so placed for the easier horking in to. Oy.

I also missed a birthday party last night, thanks to this. Yes sir, that is some dynomite timing.