I’m trying to clear off my work desk a bit before I’m off on my first trip to Vegas. Yup, it’s romantic getaway weekend with the hubs, who really needs it, with all the drama concerning his father’s cancer. I won’t mind it too much either.
And it looks like I won’t have to order the high roller oatmeal through room service. The gastroenterologist is letting me eat normal (still staying away mostly from vice foods and spicy stuff on my own–don’t want to get TOO crazy), so travel becomes much easier.
I have a voyage to the bottom of my esophagus (gastroscopy) scheduled for February 9th, after all this Vegas traveling is done. I enjoyed dumbfounding the doctor with yesterday’s mutant belching power. Interesting that I have a good day, a bad day, a good day, a bad day. This is a good day.
Right. So, I’m going to try to get some responses written to these workshop stories before the meetings and teaching begin. I’ll be back sometime next week. There will be much writing and flying tonight.