Kansas City, here I come. With a cold. And a kleenex. Dragging my luggage and my ass.
But there will be good times–I’m seeing my pals Julie Butcher & Kerry Schafer, and meeting other friends that I never get a chance to see. So, very good. I can’t wait.
Also? I’m on a panel. I’ll write more when I get to the hotel. Right now, I want to shuffle back to bed so I can moan.
I truly pity the guy who sits beside me on the plane. But damn, it’s too expensive to change my flights at this late date.
Sniffle. Moan. Hack.