I’m in the mile-high city this morning, awaiting the delivery of my room service breakfast. This is living. Back home, I can’t get the trail boss to bring me a tray unless I’m seriously under the weather. š
I have a couple of interviews today, and a signing at the Barnes and Noble in Lone Tree from 11 to 1pm. I’m not sure how the turnout will be on a Monday, and in the middle of the day like that to boot, but whatever happens, it’ll be fun.
I had dinner with an old friend, Dar Tomlinson, last night. We talked a mile a minute getting caught up, as it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other. Dar is an Arizona buddy and a fine writer.
I just heard a room service cart rattle by in the hallway, but I guess it wasn’t my food.
Drat. š
Stay tuned.
