In the middle of yesterday's Soup Salon I was struck by a queasy feeling and felt an overwhelming urge to lie down. Luckily my guest were in such animated conversation that my disappearance hardly caused a ripple; in fact I fell asleep and I'm told another guest arrived, stayed for soup and conversation, and everyone left without waking me up.
It was truly heart-warming to know that my hospitality does not require my waking presence. Really. After a hearty 13-hour nap, I awoke briefly, and resumed my marathon sleep for another four hours, giving whatever it was that I had plenty of time to lose its battle with my immune system.
Hurricanes, floods, election campaigns, nothing disturbed me. Luckily my dog is a champion sleeper too.
I wonder if it was Sara Palinitis?