I got back last night from the Romance Writers of America conference in Reno. Were the dogs ever glad to see me–and I was even more glad to see them!
I hung out on the periphery of the conference this year, just to get some perspective. Connected with old friends, and made some new ones. I spent one delightful morning in the spa at the Siena Hotel–what a wonderful experience. Long massage, hydrotherapy, and one of those facials an Arizona country girl only dreams about.
Reno is a crazy place. Everywhere you turn, there’s a machine shouting, “Wheel–of–FORTUNE!” (I shouldn’t complain, as the slots were good to me.) You never know, though, if it’s day or night, and the old body clock gets pretty turned around. Too many big meals, too much rushing to and fro. I’m a creature of habit, and looking forward to settling into my familiar routine. Exercise. Lean Cousine. (My beagle, Sadie, is on a diet and for the time being, so am I.)
More tomorrow, when my thoughts, I hope, will be much more coherent.
