Every last brain cell has been wrung out of my creative consciousness and poured into Word documents labeled “Chapter One,” “Chapter Two,” and, for some reason, “Chapter Seven.” There was a reason for that. Give me a minute and I’ll remember what it is.
A million things have happened in the last thirteen days and I don’t have an ounce of energy to tell you about it. We’re in the home stretch and I have to ration out the wordpower.
But in the interest of making this visit worth your while, here’s a recycled but still delightful post about the time I went to Vegas with my old boss and our constipated receptionist!