I know. I know.

Gone for 5 days.

I’d like to say it was a horror, but it wasn’t.

I’d like to say it was 14 inches of snow, followed by an ice storm, followed by power outages — Hello, PNW! — but it wasn’t.

I’d like to say it was 5 days on a private island soaking up sun, surf and umbrella drinks with the man of my dreams, but it wasn’t.

The truth is I was just….

… writing.

… doing professional reading in current thinking on indie publishing, traditional publishing, social media, blogging.

… combing through a whole lotta years of paperwork looking for some information I needed. Mercy!

… encouraging the G-Pup up and down the stairs, inside and outside, as she heals from a torn nail after slipping on the ice. Poor baby!

… going to Matinee-land to see The Iron Lady — Meryl Streep is a force of nature and my favorite female actor.

… going to Matinee-land to see Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, which was most excellent, even though I got lost a time or two. I need to see that again.

… exercising. Help me, Rhonda!

… living my sucky, sugar-free life. 14 days and counting. Wahoo. I couldn’t even work up enough of a wahoo to put an exclamation point after it. Told ya. Sucky.

That’s it in a nutshell.

Just living.

Everyday America.

Canadaland, too.