TH and I were Kauai bound on Saturday, three days of beaching, sitting and reading in hammocks, eating papayas and doing nothing.
No proposals, no editing of manuscripts, no data calls, no nothing.
Ernest woke up with a nice cough, a kennel cough. He'll be fine, but he can't be kenneled.
We're not going now.
Good thing everything is cancellable.
I'm extending our February trip by a day or two.