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As I was saying...

Well, it's Groundhog Day, and I'll be damned if it doesn't find me three time zones Westward from Punxtawney, Pennsylvania.  Don't know if the Groundhog saw his shadow, but I sure as hell know that if there are six more weeks of winter... it will mean the last six weeks were the first six weeks--I hear it's finally snowing.

Been away for awhile.  Mostly because most of the writing I've done lately has been all in the manner of "2006 Accomplishments" and "2007 Goals" blah, blah, blah.  After writing, revising, submitting, discussing, and all that jazz, it's just left me totally spent.  For the record, I like this writing better, but can only do it if I've got something to say.  So I've been away from the blog, and just plan away.

finnertys beacon.jpgI've spent most of January on the road, and will log some air miles every week of February except one.  Seven days in Texas, then five in San Francisco, two in Tampa up next, then three more back in Sacramento.  I'm feeling like Kevin Finnerty again.  I have mixed feelings about the man shaving in the mirror these mornings.  And I sure as hell will be glad to be shaving in a bathroom without a coffee maker and non-dairy creamers on the counter, and not wake up every half hour from 3am to when the wakeup call comes. 

I've ate and drunk like Bacchus, (That's the right tense, right?  Drink, drank, have drunk??)  I've gained five pounds or so, and although I'm getting some kick-ass things done for the job, I miss home and am growing weary of my traveling companion... me. 

366478-659698-thumbnail.jpgStill, I'm seeing the sights of the most beautiful state in the Union, and I'll be out tomorrow with my trusty Nikon.  But, I was in Napa Valley today.  No, not that NAPA.  And here are some clips from my travel notes thus far:

  • The housekeeping lady is a very quiet knocker, or I'm going deaf.  Either way, she caught me on the way to the shower this morning, in all my glory.  Because of where the bathroom is, I was walking toward the door as it opened.  I didn't flinch.  Just said good morning.  It was over in a second, but... she laughed.   She laughed.  Then closed the door. 
  • I've only ever seen Fox and Friends hung over.  In fact, it's the only way I can bear to watch it, as I rehydrate and the headache wanes.
  • Not that it's bothering me or anything, but Dude.  She laughed.  What the heck is that all about??
  • There's free wine/beer hour at my hotel, and a woman who'll read my Tarot cards.  The first two cards are for free, then it's $20 bucks.  Since my only experience with Tarot is from watching Jane Seymour on Live and Let Die, I'll pass.   


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