How do you like our mugs? My writing group (the BookShelf Writers) got these at our annual writing retreat. Each year, we book a vacation rental in a lovely spot in California, and spend a week together writing.

This week I attended a five-day national writers conference with over 4500 other attendees. I sat a mere two feet from every one of the twenty presenters. I wore my comfortable clothes, sipped coffee in the morning and red wine during the late afternoon sessions, getting up to stretch when I needed to.

For many years, there was a cat who lived at the Cayucos Cemetery. A gray and white cat. The two County maintenance workers, who had taken him in as a stray, called him Tom.