Sadly ... I have missed my Daughter's Wedding.
I had returned to my apartment in New York for just this occasion. I know things will go well for her, although I had hoped to video-tape the event.
Alas, my prayers will go out to her and her husband in my dreams.
I have canceled my flight back to England.
The infection has been spreading, and I can barely stand on my feet. Take a look in the mirror and I cry, "Lord what you're doing to me?"
There's screaming in the hallways.
Sirens blare in the city streets.
A quiet buzz fills my head.
The crew can continue without me.
I will fax them the sketches.
Doctor's on Tuesday.
I'll see you next Wednesday.