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The Park City Bug

The Park City Bug

I returned to Austin early Wednesday evening, and I thought, “what an easy trip!” I was able to wake up at a decent hour, got to the Salt Lake City airport with more than enough time to ease onto my flight, and then with a quick three hours, I was in Austin. Easy. I even had time to walk the dogs and grab dinner at Guero’s, before Jarren and I stopped by Antone’s to watch the second night of a two-day Honeydripper celebration. Got to sleep early enough, was ready to conquer Thursday. And, then, Thursday conquered me. It started with one of those 8 a.m. wake-ups, where you think, “Okay time to get cracking…” and then before I knew it, it was 10 a.m. “Why can’t I get out of bed?” It hurt too much to try…

It became very clear to me that I had succumbed to the famous Park City bug. Usually I can avoid it, but maybe the colder-than-normal temperatures were too much. Maybe the constant snowfall just took its toll on my immune system. Whatever it was, I spent Thursday in bed and most of Thursday, asleep. I feel better now, and I hope by Friday morning it will be all in the past. I don’t know why I feel so surprised: I spent almost a week trekking through the snow, getting little sleep, and eating at irregular times. Busy film festivals can sometimes get the best of your health, and Sundance is obviously the chief offender. But, of course, it was worth it.

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