One of the most horrible things is to be sick away from home. I was sick in Paris for a couple days -- throwing up sick -- and only recovered enough to fly yesterday to New York, where Stewart and I attended the Copernican Awards dinner, only to come back to the hotel, where Stewart became sick. So now we're staying an extra day here, before flying back to Vancouver, and then flying down to San Francisco again.

But the good things about being sick in hotels are that there's always ginger ale on hand in the middle of the night, and there are as many clean towels as you could possibly ask for.

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