Around 2:30 a.m. my cell phone rang. I figured it was probably a wrong number, but answered it anyway. It was some guy from out of town who had found Gina's cell phone and redialed the most recent number to track down the owner. He said he'd leave it at the front desk at his hotel in Metairie, which is quite close to where we were supposed to meet up in the morning to drive across the lake for the winter training ride. I felt like c&*p when I woke up, but went out to the Morning Call anyway to let 'em know I was sick and someone else would need to lead the training ride. Nobody showed up, which was probably a blessing because otherwise I might have been tempted to ride. So I wisely bailed out, stopping by the hotel to pick up the cell phone, which wasn't there. It wasn't until around 10:30 when the guy called me again apologizing for forgetting to drop off the phone. I wasn't too surprised, though, since if he had been out until 2:30 a.m., he was probably not in great shape. Anyway, I eventually retreived the phone and got in touch with Gina, who can barely talk because of her sore throat, so she could pick it up. So that was pretty much the high point of my day. I'm still feeling pretty sick, so tomorrow morning is not looking very good.
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