I wake up sniffly. The bone dry air, and over air-conditioned rooms, are wreaking havoc with my sinuses. Not unusual for me, but still annoying. I travel down to the main section of the resort, amused by the enthusiasts still at the gambling tables at 6am. I choose The Original House of Pancakes as my breakfast destination. It has won numerous awards, famous for its baked apple pancake, which I order. This is not your typical fluffy pancakes covered with sautéed apples. Picture this: take a deep dish apple pie filled mostly with batter. Turn it over onto a large dinner plate. Serve. All of it.

This may have been the largest plate of food I have ever been served. I'm a good eater, but even my most valiant attempt made it through a small fraction of this thing. It was absolutely delicious, and would have fed my entire extended family easily. Might have one again tomorrow...

As I try to locate the registration area for the conference, I start to meet several of my yoga community members. Everyone is lost, confused, tired and grumpy. The stark difference in attitudes is shocking.

Yes, I am always surprised to run across mean, petty, dishonest yoga people. Then of course I have to turn the spotlight on myself and all those instances where those words could have easily described me. But I so want it to be different. I want pure spirits, kind hearts and open minds to be all that I see. Maybe I'll hang out with my Vegas friends tonight...

My sniffles caused me to use a huge amount of tissues. Nearly a whole box. When I returned back to my room after lunch, I noticed that the cleaning people had left several extra boxes of tissues for me. I just continue to be amazed at this level of service, and consciousness, really. I have stayed in many of the nicest hotels in the world, often with these very same sniffles. I have NEVER been provided with extra tissues before, even when I've emptied an entire box. The mysteries of Las Vegas continue to impress me.