What a week! Truth to tell, I spent much of it in my pajamas, recovering from all the fun and excitement of the trip to New York, plus various (thankfully minor) dramatic events. I did a Facebook chat with the marvelous Nicki Boyle over on the Linda Lael Miller Fan Club (blush) page–good thing I didn’t have to talk, because I still sound pretty croaky.
So, we’re up to Tuesday, July 17, in my travelogue.
The day started early, with a call-in radio interview, after which I tumbled back into bed and slept at least two more hours. It was an art making day for me, and I stuck pretty close to the room while the rest of the outfit did the free-style thing we Laels are so fond of. (Cussedly independent, every last one of us.) In the evening, Wendy and I joined my fabulous agent, Irene Goodman, at a wonderful restaurant called Keen’s, where they serve the most amazing steaks, etc. We talked shop and caught each other up on all the latest. Irene is dear to me, a friend as well as an agent–we’ve been together from the very beginning of my career.
While we dined, the others went to a Yankees game. Regular texts arrived from the ballpark, with photos–niece Sam is a big fan of a player called “Swisher” (go figure), and she made a comical sign. It definitely drew his attention. The Yanks won and everybody came back to the hotel with the appropriate caps on their happy, tired heads.
So that’s Tuesday for you.
Right now, I’m just coming back from that flu-exhaustion-whatever bug I was telling you about. I’m much better and plan to be writing again as of Monday morning. I might have to hit Hobby Lobby and the casino this weekend–I should go to Costco but I’m not up to it–at the casino, at least, all I do is sit in front of a machine and push buttons. You’d be surprised, some of you anyway, how Zen that can be.
We arose early today, Bernicie and the kitties and I. I listened to the Daily Audio Bible podcast, as usual–and hooray! The DAB baby, Ezekial, has finally been born to host Brian Hardin and his marvelous wife, Jill. Needless to say, thousands upon thousands of people were praying for a safe delivery–Jill is tiny and little Ezekial weighed 10+ pounds, and an emergency C-section was required–but all is well. Mother and baby thriving, papa worn out and broadcasting the podcast from a van in the hospital parking lot. It’s beautiful, isn’t it? The life cycle, I mean? Someone going out, someone coming in.
First I talk about the casino, then the Daily Audio Bible. I’m nothing if not a walking contradiction in terms.
Have a lovely, lovely weekend, and stay safe. You mean the world to me.