Dallas

I'm in the Business Link room at the Embassy Suites Market in Dallas, TX. This will be my fourth night and I am so ready to go home. Staying in a posh place isn't any fun when you're all by yourself. Tonight the others ladies and I sat together during happy hour and talked and that was nice. Two are from El Paso, which is farther away from Dallas than Ethel, one from Houston, and the last from Bossier City, LA. We are all very different and it seems to be a nice mix. Teresa Mendoza and Darla Sharp are my favorites. Teresa is someone I feel like I've know all my life and is my sister in the Lord. Darla reminds me of Cyndy Long: all the good things.

It's strange having a meal allowance to pay for all of my meals. I didn't buy any supper tonight (there were gold fish at happy hour) because I wasn't hungry and I wanted to save the money because I get to keep what I don't spend. I've been to Pappa Doe's to eat seafood, ate my first Whataburger, and enjoyed the food in the Twin Towers cafe.

The class time is not hard, but I get so tired sitting at the desk for so many hours. Our teacher is very sweet and very feminine. She homeschooled all five of her children through sixth grade and have two left in college. I like her. I've learned a lot about the computers and look forward to getting better. Everybody says that I should do great at this job and tease me about all my new experiences. They have been good.

I started the third book in Calvin Millers trilogy last night. After The Singer and The Song, The Finale hasn't started out as well (at least the first 50 pages.) If I go up and pack now maybe I could read some more tonight.