Just back from yet another wedding, and upon greeting my little person cousin I say, "I haven't seen you since I was little!"
Now I'm in my room at the Courtyard Marriott, fresh from popping my new zit in the conveniently mirrored closet. Every time I get off a plane or return from a wedding, I have a zit that wasn't even a twinkle in my cheek's eye when I walked out the door.
Why are things so brief around here?
Because I believe I'm approximately fifteen days away from completing the third book, a.k.a. ze manifesto, and mentally I'm on another planet.
(Except it is nighttime and dark.)