Abby has been sick for two days. We’re going to stay at the hotel until checkout time, so she can rest, and then head back to Phoenix.
The next time I’m in San Diego I’ll make it work. That is, unless that’s my turn to be sick.
Really sorry that this didn’t happen, but I can’t ask her to add an extra hour to the already long travel day — or to sit in a restaurant that smells like French fries.
On the bright side:
I shook Clark Howard’s hand and told him that DF is a giant fanboy who loves Howard’s show.
I met a lot of nice people and picked up a lot of business cards.
I sold a copy of Abby’s book quite by accident in the expo hall when I displayed it at the Fiverr booth. A young man who provides financial counseling for college students — some of whom also experience depression — looked at it and said, “I need that!” He sent me the purchase price via PayPal and walked off, very pleased with his find.
I am carrying home a boatload of swag for the next giveaway. Stay tuned.