I am sitting in my hotel room in Houston, wishing I were home with my wife. She got sick this morning, or maybe last night, and has felt miserable all day. I've only spoken to her briefly, but I know she's feeling horrible. She was to manage registration for a client meeting tonight, but was simply too sick to take care of getting everything ready. The only other two staff members left at the office weren't able to get everything ready, so the registrants will do without name badges tonight. But the other staff will be there and it will be OK.
But I'm very worried about my wife. She said she can't keep anything down and is feeling weak and dehydrated. I want her to go to see a doctor. I just hope she will. If she doesn't feel much better very soon, I'm heading home. This meeting can do without me. Clients can do without me. Two other staff are here with me. They can handle the meeting without me.
My wife is no doubt sleeping, or trying to sleep, so I don't want to bother her by calling her again, lest the sound of the phone wake her. But, damn, I'm worried about her.
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