Every night since I left for New Orleans, The Mayor spiked high fevers at night.
[Let's go for ELEVEN weeks straight without working a full work week, shall we?]
Earlier this afternoon, all the New Orleans meeting participants finally filed out of the conference room.
I was surveying the jumble of three-ring binders, hand-outs, drink cups and half-empty goody bags when my phone rang.
It was K.
I was hardly able to talk to him while I was in New Orleans because we worked from 6:30 a.m. to 11:30 p.m. at night.
[Where was the fancy hotel sleep in session I was hoping for?]
[Oh, and what kind of hotel doesn't offer you any coffee in the morning? Four dollars? For my first cup of coffee of the day? That is just rude.]
When I answered my cellphone, K told me that today was The Mayor's three year old check up at the pediatrician's office.
[Though neither of us had remembered to put it on our calendars.]
K said that at the pediatrician visit, the doctor told him that The Mayor's spleen was enlarged and sent K to the children's hospital for blood tests.
K went on to tell me that so far the tests have indicated that he has a some kind of virus -- perhaps mono. Mono? Three year olds get mono?
I am totally confused.
I got mono as a freshman in college. I was in Florida on spring break.
At first I was devastated because the doctor said I would have to go on medication and wouldn't be able to have any alcohol - and there I was in Daytona. But this fine, upstanding man from Florida made it all up to me with a free bag of Darvoset. Lovely man. Lovely.
Worried about The Mayor, I caught an earlier flight back to Georgia.
I arranged for a colleague to drive me home from the airport, but when I came up the elevator into the baggage claim area, K, The Mayor and The Rooster were all waiting for me.
They brought a picnic dinner and we shared our first Family of Joy Airport Picnic.
The Mayor seems o.k.
I'll look forward to hearing the rest of the results of the blood tests.
Kind of an alarming and charming way to end a business trip... pediatric hospital blended with sweet airport surprise pick-up and picnic dinner.
I do have a short confession about my trip to New Orleans...
I was there to help faciliate an annual meeting (same one as last year) for some fortune 100 CEOs and Civic Leaders.
I was bent over the nametag table when a bus load of them strode down the hall towards me on their way to the conference room.
The precise moment that about 100,000 of them were right behind me, a sonic blast of The Mighty Wind set itself free.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I farted (loudly) in their general direction.
Oh. Yes. I did.