Ahhh, the mountains.  I’m here for a conference, which is great, but it’s been so nice to just hide out up here, all by myself, with no one else around. I mean, literally, I am the ONLY person in my parent’s building, which has at least 20 units. It’s very spooky, in a way, especially when you freak yourself out watching haunting shows on TLC.  It’s been nice to just make the bland food I want to eat, and not have to worry about dinner proper.  It’s been nice feeling the fall air, even if the mountains are buried in fog.  (Today’s phone pic is the view from where I’m writing today, what’s missing is the stretch of mountains on the other side of the valley, as they were buried in fog yesterday.  Today is even worse.)

And, another milestone: Today is Week 10, meaning my embryo is — lord willin’ and the crick don’t rise — a fetus.  WEIRD, eh?

I’m driving home this afternoon after being here for two nights.  It will be nice to be back in my own bed, curled up with the husband and cat, but it’s been really nice this week. Just really nice. Except for the crippling heartburn. That part sucks.