So I got back from Vegas around 8 in the morning yesterday. Our flight left Vegas around 1:30am and we got into Houston close to 6 local time. By the time we got home, it was after 8 and I was entering the coma stage. I caught a few hours sleep but got up because I hadn’t seen my kiddos in five days and they were wanting lots of hugs and snuggles and of course the PRESSIES :lol2:

By 8pm last night I didn’t even know my name so I passed out.

The trip? A lot of fun. Played lots of poker, caught a few shows, kicked ass at single deck, avoided the slots at all costs. (I hate those things)

But my desk? Gah, piles and piles of shit. Ton of mail to go through. I also have galleys for Sweet Persuasion, Line edits for Amber Eyes and copy edits for The Tycoon’s Elusive Lover. Yes, all at the same time. Amber Eyes is due like now and the other two later in the week. I also have a synopsis and blurbs to write like now.

Going back to bed is totally an option, right?