Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.

I flew in to SF yesterday (Friday), went via BART to the hotel where the RWA conference is, got turned around a little and walked around a few blocks before finding the Marriot, went in, saw SB Sarah sitting in the lobby talking to two ladies so I went over to interrupt and say, “OMG, hai online friendz!” and realized she’d been talking to Nora Roberts and Julia Quinn. I said hi to them, shook their hands (and I was sweating a little from my walk, ew), I fawned a lot, then said to myself, “Okay, I might as well turn around now and go home because it can’t get better than this.”

So I went back the airport and flew home.

Heh. In reality, it remained awesome. More tomorrow. Now, I’m going to bed.