It’s my good friend Amanda’s birthday today! Best wishes from a hotel room in Omaha, Nebraska, Amanda-girl!
Yesterday, in transit from Salt Lake City, I had another road adventure. My water bottle came open in my purse–on the plane–and soaked everything–including my iPhone. Now at home, getting me on a cell phone is even harder than getting me on a landline (have I mentioned that I hate telephones?), but on the road, that little sucker is vital. It seems to be working now, except the volume won’t go up and this ole cowgirl can’t hear it unless it’s glued to the side of my head.
I was a little under the weather when I left Salt Lake City, but I’m happy to say I’m feeling lots better now. I was sure glad to get to this lovely hotel last night, order room service and take a nice, hot bath. I watched some bull-riding on TV, read and just generally relaxed. (Nothing like watching a cowboy ride a bad bull to cheer me up.) Still, I might pick up a jar of Vicks today, while I’m out, in case I need some down-home, mama-inspired comfort. When we Lael kids were little, and came down with something, Mom would slather us with Vicks. To this day, I feel better if that smell is filling my nose.
I’ll be signing “The Rustler” tonight at Barnes and Noble, 3333 Oakview Drive, here in Omaha. Seven o’clock sharp. Hope you’ll stop by if you’re in this neck of the woods.
