Still on the road. Got back from the cruise last Sunday, unpacked, did laundry, then re-packed everything to fly to San Francisco on Monday.
I was in SF for a work conference till Friday, when they packed us all in buses and shipped us up to Lake Tahoe.
Sounds glamorous, but it wasn’t. We got caught in a snowstorm, and they shut down the main road into Tahoe. Our bus was lucky: it only took us 7.5 hours. Others took 12.
So I went from Baja sunshine to SF gloom and rain to Tahoe’s freezing heights. Oh, and I got food poisoning the next day.
But I got my writing done, dammit: 1,265 words written, the last few hundred pounded out between trips to the bathroom to throw up.
I’ve effing earned this week’s music, dammit.