Relationships…the day after tomorrow

Someone forgot to tell the customers of the Evil Day Job that we’re teetering on the brink of a double-dip recession. They all seemed to wake up at once in the last week or so and decide they need new stuff. Now, please. I haven’t left EJD office before 6:30 p.m. so far this week, and Thursday isn’t looking promising, either. Le sigh.

I finally realized (brain too full, see above) that I forgot to mention the book release party last Friday at The Rediscovered Bookshop in downtown Boise. I got to spend a couple of hours with some of my favorite people, the bookstore sold a few books, and we all discovered that chocolate-covered almonds can be addictive (that, and Basque Market cheese is exquisitely nom-nom-nomable). In all, a good time; not too many strangers, but not sitting at a table and directing customers to the bathroom, either.

Thanks to my critique partner Kathy Hurley for having a joint shindig with me, thanks to everyone who made it to the party, and thanks to those to sent their regrets.