At Writer's Weekend in scenic Moclips, WA. My first critique group session went well, a beach was walked (in a driving 30 mph fog), and I hot tubbed. That last made me warmer than I've been in months. I could almost live in there, thanks to peripheral neuropathy. Also got a bit of writing/editing/WRPA done, and some very nice writerly socializing.
Another day today much like yesterday's. Which would be just dandy with me.