Seriously, what a week.
It’s been amazing and awesome and other “a” words, and now I’m exhausted.
I was cold in the mountains, hot in the desert. I slept on floors, couches and airplanes. I got migraines, got rid of migraines, and then had a lingering suspicion that I was about to get a migraine. I flew over the Rockies and asked for silent forgiveness from Lynn & Lucy. I went to the Bellagio and asked for silent forgiveness from the people that run the greenhouse there.
I rode, flew, walked, ran, fell down (I stepped on one of those tubular pillows, long story), and had my first In-N-Out burger. I ate at the Claim Jumper because I thought it said Clam Jumper. I sold books, signed books, and bought books.
Vegas holds just about zero allure for me. It has nothing to do with sin and more about my need for simplicity. Also naked people is just not my venue. Slot machines make me think I’m about to have a seizure, so I held onto pretty much all my money until we went to the Vegas Valley Book Festival and the organizers offered to ship authors’ purchases home since we were traveling.
Now THIS is sin. THIS is temptation. THIS is how you part me from my money.
I flew back to lovely, cold, gray Ohio at midnight, got to bed at 3AM and was at work by 7.
Why? Because I’m a normal person with a normal job who does normal things most of the time.
Except, I was on NPR yesterday. You should listen.