How is BK not a famous enough author to have a reading?
Some cemetery association people took my out to a very nice steak dinner last night. That was a delight. Some of us were then having a drink at hotel’s Disney Tiki bar. Then the staff kicked us out. And we sat by a fireplace visiting. A legitimately large possum came walking through the path from the pool. That was wild. Then it started to rain. Up early this morning for more seminars and booth standing around. Then Uber’d it here to l’aéroport.
Exhausted from the over two-hours on the phone with a senior tech from Apple.
I am now at LAX, this whirlwind stint in BK-land coming to a close. Been gladhanding clients and collecting possible story ideas. Meeting nice cemetery people, but now I am socialed out!
Jane, they had water and no pretzels or mini Chips Ahoy. I stopped at the Costco next door and got a Chicken Bake and diet coke, which I enjoyed very much.
Also, they were out of those popular t-shirts they give as a perk.
Luckily, I don't do it for the stuff. It's ok.
Today's phlebotomist was so good. I did not even feel any of it. No sting, nothing.
This afternoon I realized I forgot to ask Keith what he got Wordle in yesterday. He said three.
