Maybe doing the blog in two parts will confuse the gremlins.

Once Debbie was finished at the office, we drove back to her place, which, by the way, was decorated with no less than NINE Christmas trees and I don’t know how many Nativity Scenes–she collects those.  To say the least, it was beautiful.  Soon, members of the local Romance Writers of American chapter, along with a few non-writer friends, began showing up for the potluck luncheon Debbie had arranged.  I had so much fun at this gathering, as many of the guests were long-time friends I hadn’t seen in

OK, so the doctor’s report was very favorable–my lungs are clear.  He gave me antibiotics and told me to keep doing all the stuff I was already doing.    (Rest, drink lots of water, etc.)  I feel better already, and while my recovery may be mostly psychological, I’m still very happy about it.  I’m not exactly setting the world on fire, but I was able to stay on track with my exercise schedule, which means I earned this week’s sticker.  This was by no means a certainty, since I woke up feeling so gnarly yesterday morning that I immediately called the