Right now, I should be in Los Angeles for the Writers of the Future event. As of yesterday, I was still scheduled to be there. Yesterday morning, Dean and I were in Red Bluff, California. We’d spent the night there, and planned to drive the rest of the way.
Dean’s body and the 105 degree heat–at 11 a.m.–changed that.
Dean’s had problems with heat sensitivity as long as I’ve known him, and he’s had heat stroke several times, the last in 2008. Until this trip. I had hoped to avoid it by avoiding the airlines and long sits on the tarmac in badly air-conditioned planes, a slow drive down to LA in a well air-conditioned car, and then a stay in LA in a lovely air-conditioned hotel. But the extreme heat proved too much for him. He had all the signs of heat stroke yesterday morning, so I turned us around, headed to the coast (where it was somewhat cooler), and drove us home.
He’s recovering this morning. He will be fine. (Yes, he’s seen a doctor. Two in fact. One in CA, ours here.) But we won’t be in Los Angeles this weekend.
So apologies to the fine folks at Writers of the Future. Apologies to the winners of WoTF because we won’t be able to meet you this trip. Apologies to the Pasadena Borders for missing the big signing. And apologies to anyone who planned to see us this week. We’re missing all of you, but we are sitting in 60 degree temperatures on the Oregon Coast. Much better for my heat-sensitive husband.