Last Day

I’m still in LA working on the book project.

I’ve been living out of my rental car – at least, that’s how it feels as I hop from friend to friend trying not to stay in any one place for too many nights.

First I lost my flip-flops.

Then I misplaced my cell phone charger (not that it matters because I can’t get decent coverage out here).

Now my e-mail is broken.

Working as a freelance writer is supposed to mean that we can work from anywhere, anytime right?

In a world that is so “connected” I sure am having a hard time staying connected.

I keep telling my husband I love LA so much I might not board the plane tomorrow morning. But I miss him bunches. Also, even though I don’t want to leave the sunny skies and views of the Pacific, I’m can’t wait to get back to my little home office and plug back in to life.

P.S. One of the various hosts I stayed with found my flip-flops about an hour ago. Yay.