This has been a ferocious week. Last minute conference details and then . . . Mr. Murphy of Murphy’s Law kicked in and brought me computer trouble. A quick trip to Matt-my-computer-repair-man, trying hard to keep the panic out of my voice and off my face, a day and a half and 160 bucks later, I’m good to go.
But wait. Not quite.
I have to reinstall all my programs, track down hundreds of passwords, locate my wireless code and what's that activation code all about?
My brain is mush.
Tomorrow we finish stuffing bags, put loving last touches on the conference room, take the speakers out to eat, try to be friendly, interested and interesting, stare at the ceiling all night bug-eyed, and Saturday is the big day. We’ll go with the flow and hopefully, any forgotten detail will go unnoticed. Afterwards, we’ll sigh, tell each other a job well-done, note things we’ll change for next year, go home, go to bed, stare bug-eyed at the ceiling replaying everything … and we’ll be worn out, worn down and good for nothing all next week.
A full report—and pictures—on Monday.