Give Me a Minute
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!