That’s what I thought this morning when I woke up and remembered it wasSaturday. Where did my week go? It’s easy enough to figure out. I traveled home from NY on Monday, unpacked a week’s worth of RWA clothes, shoes, bags and so on. Then collapsed in an exhausted heap. Tuesday was catch up after RWA day while the brain slowly began to fire up again. Wednesday, big catch up with the book, figuring out what the hell I was doing when I left off, continuing that, all while dealing with several...