No, it's not SARS, but I've done it this time.

My dear friends in Houston graciously allowed me to stay in their home over the weekend so that I could be conveniently located to all of MaryAnn's ordination activities.

Before hitting H-town, however, I developed a sore throat, which progressed into a devil of a summer cold, two days before my arrival there.

I didn't let that deter my plans, however, as I've always believed that old wives' tale about "how by the time you have symptoms of an illness, you're no longer contagious."

Yeah, right!!!!!

I just got an email from one of my Houston hostesses and she's nursing her sore throat now and quizzing me on just how this thing progresses and how much more pain and suffering she has to endure before it's gone.

Now who's to say that she got 'my' illness, as it is a big and cruel world out there, but then again, maybe I'm getting my due, as when I arrived back at my office, I screamed and yelled at a co-worker (not seriously, mind you) about how he gave me his dastardly cold!

If I hear about one more person (from last weekend) getting this thing, I'm really going to be sick (in the heart and soul) that I inflicted such pain and suffering on others!

Sorry, in advance....I'm really, really sorry!