At seventy-eight Mum still rarely is willing to admit when she’s tuckered out — this is a great improvement, actually, over never admitting when she’s tired — but I, thirty years younger, hereby freely admit that she’s run me ragged in the past two weeks!

We’ve had five booksignings — all marvelous; Mum’s received the L. Ron Hubbard Lifetime Achievement Award for Outstanding Contributions to the Arts; we’ve dined or lunched with many of her old friends; we’ve practiced for one of the really cool things we’re going to be doing at Dragon*con; we’ve gone shopping and just generally been everywhere and done everything. And as her chauffeur, I must pat myself on the back for deciding that Mum needed a break before Dragon*con — not so much that she needs it as much as I do!

Well… back to work!