Every time I come to an ALA conference, I arrive planning to blog every day. After all, without the hassles of a daily commute, free from the myriad charming chores that attend a household with two small children, relieved of the need to even clean up after myself — well, surely I’ve added several hours to the day, think I.
I am, however, a poster child for middle-term memory loss. Here I am on Day Four, remembering yet again how conference has a way of being busier and more exhausting than regular life. It’s been a good one, well attended, full of opportunities to meet new people and catch up with old friends. I’ve had the pleasure of having conversations in my various roles as exhibitor, reviewer, author, tourist, and, yes, blogger. But once again I’ve failed to update the blog.
Things look even worse for the next few days, too. I’ll be staying over Wednesday to visit a friend, then traveling Thursday, then collapsing Friday. I promise to resume regular writing next Monday. And, if I can still remember what happened, I’ll try to fill in some of the blanks.
