This is gonna be the worst Bouchercon rundown ever. I didn’t take any pictures and I was sick with some kind of whooping cough. I did get to meet lots of great folks, but I was running at half steam the whole time, pumped full of DayQuil and trying not to die in front of anyone.
Anyway, that said, I had a great time. Just not a well time. But the mighty Frank Bill was kind enough to shoot me a picture of myself with him and one of my other favorite people, Scott Montgomery, so here we are.
If I get ahold of more, I’ll post them. Otherwise, I have the feeling I’ll be spending the next week doing the early-to-bed, early-to-rise thing. I have a no-internet cabin trip scheduled for the weekend, which sounds like exactly what I need to recuperate. A rocking chair with a blanket across my lap, watching the kids play in the tallgrass.
Hmm… Are you to blame for my sniffles??
Kidding — I don’t believe we met. Regardless, I hope you’re feeling better.
my sinuses have opened full bore and are effectively turning me into a mouth breather. Someone infected Bouchercon….. I think it was the prayer circle ladies.
St. Louis is known for its sniffling—sniveling?—inducements. Something about the climate, I’m told.
Sick or not, you’re a kick-asss moderator.
Yeah, I think I caught something the prayer ladies were giving out, and
it wasn’t the holy spirit.
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Thanks, Peter. You’re too kind.
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