Just got back from yet another business trip. Yup, my 5 (or was it 6?) blissful, work free weekends ended sharply this week. But I did have fun, laughed my butt off, and even met yet another interesting character named “The Disgruntled Clown“. Yeah…he was a kick. Did I mention I am afraid of clowns? Luckily (for me), he wasn’t in costume. Nobody would have recognized him.
But I am reading Adrian Phoenix’s Beneath the Skin: Book Three of The Maker’s Song. Over 600 pages worth, and I’m only a quarter of the way through. So off I go to put on my pj’s, pamper myself with some desert smelling cream (strawberry somethin’, tonight), and to tuck myself in with a “rockstar/vampire/fallen angel” of sorts named Dante