Charles Apple

It’s a beautiful day here in Virginia Beach. It’s 73 degrees and not a cloud in the sky. It’d be a fabulous day to call in sick, open up the sun roof on the PT Cruiser and enjoy some sunshine.

So, typically for me, I did things only half-right. I called in sick. But I’m actually sick. Dammit.

I mentioned a while back that I was feeling ill and had lost my voice. I never quite got over that. It began while I was preparing for my presentations in Atlanta. It kicked in big-time while I was Boston. I went to the doctor and took some antibiotics, so I was feeling about 80 percent up to normal when I spoke in D.C.

But then I had a relapse or something. I found myself craving a nap in the afternoons. I couldn’t find enough meetings to sleep through, so I had to go home early and crawl into bed.

Finally, my bosses at the Pilot suggested I take time off to recover. In fact, I suspect they were just tired of hearing me cough.

I went back to the doctor yesterday. He says I definitely have a bronchial infection. He gave me heavy-duty antibiotics and some little pills that he says will end my cough for good. I think they’re arsenic.

We’ll see if this does any good.

Meanwhile, Bob Voros suggested I watch the Battlestar Galactica DVDs he loaned me a while back. I’ve had ‘em so long I forgot they were DVDs. I thought they were coasters. I pulled them out from under my Diet Sprite and put them in my briefcase.

I’ve been able to get a few things done. I kept a phone appointment yesterday with a photography student from Montana who’s writing a paper on visual ethics. He’s really good and he graduates in December. If you’re looking to hire a photographer, check out his stuff.

I’ve also managed to mentor a few other visual journalism students who are looking for advice. Hey, when you need sage counsel, call a guy doped up on Nyquil.

I hope you all are having a great week. Thanksgiving is right around the corner. Next Thursday, in fact. Not only is it turkey day, it’s also the 44th anniversary of the assassination of John F. Kennedy.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, it’s time to swallow another one of these little orange magic bullets. I mean, pills…

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