I have found myself largely distracted all week. By what? It doesn’t matter. You name it. The pattern of rain drops on my windows, YouTube videos, Facebook, watching Skye kitty sleep… Finally, I came to the conclusion that, while my body is stuck here at home, my mind went on to Bouchercon without me. I was supposed to go. Had the reservations. Was saving my pennies. But my travel companion and B-con roommate Joyce had to back out. Economy. Finances. Pay cuts. All the usual crap effecting us all. Joyce, if you’re reading this, I really AM over it. Honest. Do NOT feel bad. Heck, it took all of ten minutes to spend all that money I’d saved up and then some on the Nikon. But I’m reading blogs and Facebook accounts from those who are there and, well, I guess I’m a bit wistful. Hey, it’s a heck of a party. Authors. Books. Readers. Agents. Bars. So, yes, I’ve been something of a body without a brain all week. Until yesterday. Disgusted by my lack of production, especially considering I am s...