A new day, much delayed
Hallo all!
So very sorry for the few days awol. It's been (do I even need to say busy?). However, here we have...
Thirteen Things: A Weekly Tour Blog
01. Number of small elf-like men in orange toupees met: 1
02. Number of times Jeff missed a plane (long story): 1
03. Number of hotel rooms TOTALLY WITHOUT COFFEE MAKERS: 2
04. Number of hotels scrambling to find a coffee maker (very generously): 1
05. Number of hotels who couldn't possibly cared less, resulting in number of revolting Red Bulls drunk: 1/1
06. Least comfortable position in which to write email at 3 a.m.: sitting on floor of the world's smallest hotel room with back against very cold heater, laptop on lap and feet under the bed
07. Most expensive pot of coffee + 2 grapefruit juices ever delivered to a hotel room: $43.07
08. Number of pairs of favorite boots worn on so many New York/Boston/Toronto/etc city strees that the heels woreI'll away to the metal spike: 2
09. Proportion of my saintly friends who keep writing to make sure I'm alive and sane: ALL. I love my friends.
10. Number of hotel rooms in which I lay awake listening to some kind of mechanical monster down on the street below make this rhythmic, ear-shattering screaming noise, sounding much like a pig being slaughtered on a regular schedule
11. Number of discussions I have had about which kind of deodorant is best for nightsweats during menopause: 3 (true fact, and I started none of these discussions)
12. Length, in minutes, of the CBS "Early Morning Show" clip: 3:21
13. Length, in min., of "Canada A.M." clip this morning: 5:01. (Thus, do Canadians have longer attention spans? Mike?)
...
Woke up in Toronto this morning, wondering where I was. Yesterday, I woke up in New York, wondering where I was. See also Vermont, Boston, et al...I go home tomorrow for a few days of Minneapolis media and the reading, and am quite sure I will wake up wondering where I am, get up, and fall down the stairs, because there have been no stairs in my hotel rooms, and I will be unfamiliar with the concept "stairs." My dogs will bark wildly, Ashley and Jeff and the Mysterious Steve (the residents of my home) will come running and peer down at me, and find that I have gone back to sleep because the floor is a perfectly good place to sleep when you're tired, in my opinion. But I'm dying to get home. And I'm hoping all of you will tune into the live webcast interview on Saturday, April 19, 5:30-6 p.m. CST. It should be lots of fun, and will be available as a podcast a few days after that. I can't wait to get home for a few days. Will recharge batteries, see my colleagues in the Minneapolis media, get to meet Minneapolis readers, see my nearest and dearest--can't beat it. Then it's off to L.A. early Sunday morning--where, on Monday, April 21, I'll be on (get this!) The Michael Jackson Radio Show, 10 a.m. PST. I think that one only reaches west coast listeners, but might be available online...
Deep sigh. I've got this afternoon off, and am trying to slow down enough to appreciate it. I've taken a bath, put on a big robe, am sitting here trying to chill. But after this many days on the road, my brain still thinks it's in zipping-along mode. Hopefully a few days home will cure me of the zips.
Want to thank all the wonderful people who've come out to the readings, especially my lovely ladies who came out to the Vermont reading, one of whom drove 7 hours to get there. My love to both of you, and much gratitude to everyone who's following the tour, sending kind words, and reading my books. Without you, I'd be, um...not writing books, and what would I do then? I'm totally unqualified to do anything else. So--my deepest thanks.
Cheers,
M
So very sorry for the few days awol. It's been (do I even need to say busy?). However, here we have...
Thirteen Things: A Weekly Tour Blog
01. Number of small elf-like men in orange toupees met: 1
02. Number of times Jeff missed a plane (long story): 1
03. Number of hotel rooms TOTALLY WITHOUT COFFEE MAKERS: 2
04. Number of hotels scrambling to find a coffee maker (very generously): 1
05. Number of hotels who couldn't possibly cared less, resulting in number of revolting Red Bulls drunk: 1/1
06. Least comfortable position in which to write email at 3 a.m.: sitting on floor of the world's smallest hotel room with back against very cold heater, laptop on lap and feet under the bed
07. Most expensive pot of coffee + 2 grapefruit juices ever delivered to a hotel room: $43.07
08. Number of pairs of favorite boots worn on so many New York/Boston/Toronto/etc city strees that the heels woreI'll away to the metal spike: 2
09. Proportion of my saintly friends who keep writing to make sure I'm alive and sane: ALL. I love my friends.
10. Number of hotel rooms in which I lay awake listening to some kind of mechanical monster down on the street below make this rhythmic, ear-shattering screaming noise, sounding much like a pig being slaughtered on a regular schedule
11. Number of discussions I have had about which kind of deodorant is best for nightsweats during menopause: 3 (true fact, and I started none of these discussions)
12. Length, in minutes, of the CBS "Early Morning Show" clip: 3:21
13. Length, in min., of "Canada A.M." clip this morning: 5:01. (Thus, do Canadians have longer attention spans? Mike?)
...
Woke up in Toronto this morning, wondering where I was. Yesterday, I woke up in New York, wondering where I was. See also Vermont, Boston, et al...I go home tomorrow for a few days of Minneapolis media and the reading, and am quite sure I will wake up wondering where I am, get up, and fall down the stairs, because there have been no stairs in my hotel rooms, and I will be unfamiliar with the concept "stairs." My dogs will bark wildly, Ashley and Jeff and the Mysterious Steve (the residents of my home) will come running and peer down at me, and find that I have gone back to sleep because the floor is a perfectly good place to sleep when you're tired, in my opinion. But I'm dying to get home. And I'm hoping all of you will tune into the live webcast interview on Saturday, April 19, 5:30-6 p.m. CST. It should be lots of fun, and will be available as a podcast a few days after that. I can't wait to get home for a few days. Will recharge batteries, see my colleagues in the Minneapolis media, get to meet Minneapolis readers, see my nearest and dearest--can't beat it. Then it's off to L.A. early Sunday morning--where, on Monday, April 21, I'll be on (get this!) The Michael Jackson Radio Show, 10 a.m. PST. I think that one only reaches west coast listeners, but might be available online...
Deep sigh. I've got this afternoon off, and am trying to slow down enough to appreciate it. I've taken a bath, put on a big robe, am sitting here trying to chill. But after this many days on the road, my brain still thinks it's in zipping-along mode. Hopefully a few days home will cure me of the zips.
Want to thank all the wonderful people who've come out to the readings, especially my lovely ladies who came out to the Vermont reading, one of whom drove 7 hours to get there. My love to both of you, and much gratitude to everyone who's following the tour, sending kind words, and reading my books. Without you, I'd be, um...not writing books, and what would I do then? I'm totally unqualified to do anything else. So--my deepest thanks.
Cheers,
M
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