The scent of pumpkin muffins is wafting through the house. It smells like fall, assuming fall has a scent. I added dried cranberries to the batter, at the suggestion on the back of the box. Two more minutes until pumpkin-y goodness.

Unbelievable weather the last few days. Friday was rain, lightning, crazy snow. A l.o.t of snow. I had to drive aways for a two day meeting that started Friday night, and it was insane. It wasn't slick at all, but so much slush on the highway. Scariest part? The rooster tails that slammed onto the windshield as other cars and trucks whizzed by. Heart-stopping kind of scary, actually. The two-day meeting was abbreviated to a "Friday night then leave by 10:30 Sat morning" meeting. About 75% of the people didn't show-- because they were coming from places like Grand Junction, Craig, Leadville, Colorado Springs. I was glad it was a stay overnight-type of meeting, paid for by the organization. Coming home Sat morning really wasn't bad at all. There was a ton of snow, but it wasn't snowing, it was pouring rain. And I mean pouring....like buckets. I made it home in pretty much the same time as it would have normally taken, the traffic was pretty light.

Last week was a busy one, this week is not. And that makes me glad. Hair cut day coming up, I also need to buy some new clothes for a "business" trip I have coming up to Minneapolis in a couple of weeks. I'm going to a national literacy conference, also paid for by above-mentioned organization. I don't have much in the way of business attire, and don't really want much in the way of business-attire, but feel a need to have business-attire. And shoes. Lordy, do I need shoes. Walking shoes--like Danskos or Merrells or something. I will be doing a lot of walking, schmoozing publishers to try to get them to pay for their authors to come to the literacy conference I'm doing in 2011. I don't really care for shopping for clothes and shoes. I never have, due to the fact that so much doesn't fit me. I have very vivid memories of my parents wanting to throw up their hands when I was young, threatening to make me wear the boxes that shoes came in, because I was so hard to fit.

Clothes and shoe shopping = blech.