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I have lots of other photos to share, but Jenn told me the other day that I was being a tease for mentioning Mike’s.

Now I’m being an even bigger tease by posting a photo of the shop, but not of the marzipan inside. (More in the next day or so, I promise!)

The view from my hotel room at the Hyatt Regency in Cambridge, MA across the Charles River at the Boston Back Bay area.

Everyone has heard that you can’t bring liquids on planes in your carry-on, right? I mean, who doesn’t know that? I knew that I had a 3oz. limit of any liquid I brought (and you can’t bring a 5 oz bottle that is less than half full – the container itself has to be 3 oz or less) in my carry-on bag. Oh, and it has to be in a cute little quart size ziploc, which the Houston airport will provide you with at security if you don’t have one. I had one – I had packed it before I left the house. It had my lipstick, lip gloss, and Dayquil packed inside of it.

So I was stunned when I saw security pull two LARGE containers of liquid out of this woman’s bag – one of which was an odd looking red liquid in an unmarked container. It was just strange. She seemed genuinely surprised that she couldn’t bring it on the plane.

By the time I made it to my hotel room in Boston last night, after trying to get to the Old State House in Boston to take nighttime photos (I wasn’t lost – I knew exactly where I was, and if I had been on foot I would have gotten there a lot faster than I did in a car), I realized just how exhausted I feel. Not surprising, after the days of minimal sleep. I am pretty convinced that I had a fever last night – I was hot to the touch all over. I still feel like crap and simply ache from head to toe, which really sucks. Who wants to feel like crap while they are traveling? Ugh. So today will be full of lots of rest and medicine and liquids for me. If things don’t get better I’m going to visit http://imaginewellnesscentre.com/ medicine center. Oh, and some Regina’s pizza in the North End before we go to Mike’s Pastry. Mmmm. After that, it is back to the car to drive down to Sandwich, MA.

I have a feeling I should skip the rehearsal dinner tonight – I’m sure I have already been Typhoid Mary for enough people across the country, and I really don’t want to share this crap with any more people. (I guess that means that Mike should go into Regina’s and Mike’s for me, so I don’t share there either. *sigh*)

The chances of me seeing Erika, Jay & Sammy tomorrow are now looking very slim. Not only were they just sick, but now? I can’t breathe through my nose. My eyes itch. I’m coughing. Oh, and I have to get on a plane in less than 24 hours. My head is going to explode, mid-flight.

I thought it was just allergies until yesterday. At the Tremont, they had feather pillows on the bed. I don’t do feather pillows, but I didn’t bother to call the front desk and ask for foam ones. I figured two nights, it would be ok.

When I woke up on Sunday, I felt like crap. So did a number of other people there at the retreat. So again, blame the allergies. It was finally sunny after days of rain, and that seems to mess with everyone.

Yesterday? I finally started to accept that it wasn’t allergies. So last night, in a desperate hunt for a decongestant, I finally gave in and took 1 Dayquil. (They are from last year, so they still have the decongestant in them.) I only took ONE, not the recommended two. I was afraid they would make me wired.

I went to sleep sometime after 4:00 am, and only then because I forced myself to sleep. I tried not to stare at the clock, but it might have been closer to 5:00 when I finally drifted off. I was awake by 9:15 am, so now I am spacy, congested, but tired? Oh no. Not tired.

UGH.