Music Monday: More magic than tragic

This weekend was a welcome return to normal...whatever that means. I spent the weekend at the Upstate Renaissance Festival in Greer, SC, signing/selling books and talking writing with loads of people. I was apprehensive because my booth mate, the marvelous Misty Massey, had car trouble on Thursday and couldn't join me. I wasn't sure that I could do it - but when I got there, my years as a Rennie and my years of selling books kicked in and it was a breeze. The organizers and staff are amazing, and I'm planning to put in my application for next year as soon as they open!

The intrepid author melts into her seat...

My cozy little tent, Friday evening.

In fact, on Saturday, it was a swift breeze that made my canopy jumpy, but there was no lift off like last year. But I digress...

Hey look, I've got the same garb as...fifty-eleven others.

The view from the chair...

So the moral of this story is that cancer treatment has changed a lot over the years, and I must just be too stubborn to let it beat me. First round is finished as of this morning and I still feel pretty good. Bring it!

For Music Monday I've chosen a song by the late Jimmy Buffett to remind all of us how to get through tough days...Breathe in, breathe out, move on. Thanks, Sailor, for showing us how to live.

Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move Onby Jimmy Buffett
I bought a cheap watch from a crazy manFloating down canalIt doesn't use numbers or moving handsIt always just says now
Now you may be thinking that I was hadBut this watch is never wrongAnd if I have trouble, the warranty saidBreathe in, breathe out, move on
And it rained, it was nothing really newAnd it blew, we've seen all that beforeAnd it poured, the Earth began to strainPontchartrain leaking through the door, tides at war
If a hurricane doesn't leave you deadIt will make you strongDon't try to explain it, just nod your headBreathe in, breathe out, move on
And it rained, nothing really newAnd it blew, seen all that beforeAnd it poured, the Earth began to strainPontchartrain buried the ninth ward to the second floor
According to my watch, the time is nowPast is dead and goneDon't try to shake it, just nod your headBreathe in, breathe out, move on
Don't try to explain it, just bow your headBreathe in, breathe out, move on