Almost home

I’m sitting on a flight from Calgary to Toronto, en route to home. The screen is a blur, my glasses stowed in my bag in the overhead bin above. I could grab them, but the dapper old gentleman sitting behind me might have a cardiac episode if I went near his bags in the same bin. He appeared quite offended that I took time to store my luggage. Or maybe it’s my ragged dress.I was in Calgary to attend the When Words Collide conference three days of workshops, seminars, and panels covering the whole gamut of writing. My head was full by the end. I am convinced there is no conference or community like it in Canada, something I miss living in the remote vestibule of Montague. Many seem to feel the same, which makes connecting with people there all the more special. Working from home can be isolating.Calgary is a wonderful city with great coffee roasters and park system. I always enjoy visiting, but I’m looking forward to my own bed - which, if my flights go as scheduled, will be tonight.