Long night. Long day. That’s the story of a red eye while getting sick after a week of racing at the Breeders’ Cup.
First world problems, right?
Sunday was a blur.
Miles got sick first. Fever. Sore throat. Cough. Weepy eye. Annie second. Me third. Of course, it hit me the worst. Man flu, right? A tickle in the throat as I left for California. Full-fledged by the time I got home. Sorry to anyone who was near me.
No racing this weekend with the cancellation of Charleston. Firm ground has run roughshod over the fall season. Camden and Aiken and call it a year. Time to regroup/reload for 2025.
