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When you're self-employed, who do you call when you've decided to be sensible and not go into work today? Sarcasm Girl suggested I call the coffee shop where I've been working, but I think they'd be nonplussed. At least this ick, which had been manifesting itself in an achy throat for a couple of weeks, has now moved into my chest and turned into something the doctor will deign to talk about. The downside is that Spouse is out of town at the Audio Engineers' Society convention, so even tho' I've gone back to bed after getting the young off to school, I am still on duty Mom-wise.

So now I'm in bed with a cup of tea and the sensation that I've got a garden gnome sitting on my chest.

OryCon

Just got my schedule for Orycon. I am going to be busy--I don't think I've ever had this much stuff to do at a non-Worldcon.

Fri 3:00 pm, Perverting historical fiction: altering the past to support a political agenda.
Fri 5:00 pm, What impact does technology really have on history
Sat 12:00 pm, Reading: 12:00 Madeleine Robins / 12:30 Richard A. Lovett
Sat 1:00 pm, The City as Character
Sat 2:00 pm, Portraying workplaces in Science Fiction and Fantasy
Sat 4:00 pm, How Quinine Changed the World (Medicine & History)
Sat 8:00 pm, Whose Line Is It, Anyway?
Sun 1:00 pm, Sustaining fantasy elements in a modern setting
Sun 2:00 pm, Magical realism - contempory, fantasy, or fabulist fiction?

The quinine panel I suggested, since I'm working with the effect of quinine in the Napoleonic wars right now. Must figure out what I should bring to read...

I Caved

Called the doctor and got antibiotics. I know this: this is bronchitis (I'm hearing one of those superhero vs. arch-villain dialogues here: "Ah, Bronchitis, my old nemesis. I know you of old. You think you're going to rain destruction upon my immune system--but this time I'm ready for you!" "Aaaaagggghhh!"). Interestingly, when I told the girls that I was sick but had gotten medicine, Younger Girl started getting weepy because Mama is sick and Daddy is all the way across the country, and who's going to take care of them when I am incapacitated. The fact that I was making dinner at the time didn't seem to have impressed upon her that I have not yet lain down and died. Another coupla days and some cough medicine to keep me from spasming and all should be fine again. In the meantime, bleagh.