We got home at 11 pm last night — having made our very tight connection, which I’m delighted about as I hadn’t really been looking forward to spending the night on the floor at O’Hare (been there, done that more often than I want to recall).

We had a fabulous time. I’ll fill you in over the next few days. Suffice to say we had a great visit in San Francisco with Kate Walker and her husband, The Magnet from England, Abby Green (who brought me an Eamon tote bag) from Ireland, and Daphne Clair and her husband who came from New Zealand, a whole contingent of terrific Oz and NZ writers (more later), and too many more to name right now.

Kate has let the cat out of the bag on her blog today — telling the world that it’s my birthday. Yes, it is. And I’m spending it unpacking suitcases, doing laundry, changing sheets, and cuddling dogs who have missed me. A very mundane but perfectly nice way to spend the day.

I’ll be downloading photos from my camera later. Then I can bore you with lots of pix of my trip. It was so much fun I don’t even know where to start. But right now the laundry is calling, so I’ll come back tomorrow with something more substantial.

Hope you had fun with Hugh-in-a-towel while I was gone.