I still think it was a good idea. I need to learn how to speak my needs more clearly and openly, I’m not afraid to share others’ needs. This is just a downside to my being “a hardheaded woman from a long line of hardheaded women.” It is also a downside from my tendency to “John Wayne” my way through illness.
(I’m sure you know what I mean: he has been shot and is traveling across the desert with no water. Someone offers him a drink of water from their canteen and to bandage the gunshot wound. He says, “It’s just a flesh-wound. I’m fine.”)
Anyhow, Saturday I was sick enough to admit that I was sick. I stayed in bed and did NOT drink Romulan ale.
In spite of that, I couldn’t focus well enough to enjoy the movie. To top it off, only two people were able to participate. (That’s on me. I obviously did planned and advertise well.)
Onward and upward. I learned from this.