Two days after returning from Australia, and still so jetlagged we feel like we've been run over by a mob of kangaroos, we packed up our stuff and checked into another hotel. At least we didn't leave town. We're at the airport Sheraton for the annual West Coast Gay & Lesbian Advanced & Challenge Square Dance Weekend, which is an event we usually wouldn't miss, even more so this year when it's in our home town. (It's kind of the SMOFcon of square dancing.) So here we are. Lots of our square dance friends are here and I've actually found that I have enough brain for Challenge dancing, though not enough energy to do it for more than half an hour at a time.
I made all kinds of promises to myself about what I would do when I got home (eating right, going to the gym, writing) but those are all on hold until Monday. Then I will climb back on the wagon, I swear!