Dear Constant Reader,
Even glamourous showgirls get sick. Usually that means I lie wanly in my bed, propped up on pillows, coughing delicately into an embroidered handkerchief, wearing leopard-print pajamas, and genteelly sipping tea. Visitors are welcome, from a distance, and I entertain myself with cross-stitch or reading Stephen King.
This was not the case this week. I was felled by a vicious flu bug that had me unable to rise from bed for practically 48 hours. There was nothing glamourous about my convalescence in the least.
Due to this, I missed The Teaseday Club for the first time. Fortunately, Claire, the new Production Assistant, was going to handle the box office, but I was supposed to train her. I hear she did a fine job solo. Scratch says he’ll write up a little report for you (and me), so we all know what went on at the latest meeting of the Club.
Oh, The Glamourous Life! 
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