One of those little things they leave out of Florida travel brochures is a little known phenomenon known as red tide. Most of the time, it doesn't look red. In fact, it's usually the coughing and the dead fish strewn about the beach that give it away. Fortunately, it's been a long time, maybe a few years, since it hit our shores. So why am I bringing it up?
Well, I'm a bit obsessed with the subject, having been traumatized by the year the red tide would not go away. My family thinks me somewhat crazed, but I'm convinced that the prolonged exposure did something to my head, literally. Ever since then when the season changes- whether it's the temperature, humidity, or pressure- I get the mother of all sinus headaches. And as migraine sufferers know, once the head goes, so does the stomach. Thus, I have literally been under the weather this week.
And so, as I sit and write this with a queasy stomach and and iron will, I must apologize for my absence this week and vow to be undeterred, hopefully.