Well, this is disappointing.
Wednesday, I came down with an infection. Nothing serious -- two days in bed later, I was fit as a fiddle and fine as frog's hair. But I was also on the ground, in Philadelphia. While the airplane I was not in was on its way to China.
It's like Tracy Morgan says: "If you want to make God laugh, make plans. Or read Him a Dave Barry book."
Fortunately, I had trip cancellation insurance, so I can take the money and buy another tour sometime in the yet-to-be determined future. In the meantime, I'll put the China novel on the back burner and get to work on the other novel I'm writing. The first chapter will be a bear. But after that, it'll be a hoot.