Reston

I'm in Reston, Virginia, where, for the next 5 days I'll be helping facilitate a conference for prostate cancer. (This is where the money comes to support the writing habit.)

This morning, as a knock on my door told me the breakfast and coffee had finally arrived, I realized how much I love hotel living. Is it the way my room is cleaned each evening when I return? The friendly person just a phone call away, ready to bring me all the extra pillows and blankets I desire? Or is it the 24-hour fitness club with heated pool downstairs?

Later this afternoon I'll have some time to explore the famous Reston Town Center and report back what I've learned. (Forget Paris! Try Reston.)