After a not exciting plane flight (a little mild turbulence when landing), I grabbed a cab with the people I was sharing a room with and headed out for the hotel. It was much easier than usual, as I'd shipped the trunk.

The hotel is still very nice, it now has a bar/restaurant in addition to the dining room, and it has the cutest little leaf shaped soaps.

That's the good news.

The bad news?

I left a painting (a big one) at home. My glasses broke (metal fatigue, of all things, in an ear piece), and I snagged and ran my favorite tights. The hotel is charging me an obscene amount of money - as in as much as it cost to ship it - just to accept shipment on the trunk ($60 if you're interested).

Things need to start getting better fast.

(Oh, there was one other good thing. The hotel shop was selling lovely shawls for $10.00 each. I have two, now. Faded purple to lavendar, and a burgundy one.)

And I will have three new paintings (as in never shown anywhere) in the art show, and all but one of them will be new to this convention.

Back to work now.