I’m sitting at the Portland Airport (yay free wifi!) waiting for a redeye to Michigan where I will record An Artificial Night, the third book in (Campbell nominee) Seanan McGuire’s October Daye Series. (She’s written a weeper, I’ll tell you that right now. When you get a copy, have kleenex handy.)
Meanwhile, I’ve been thinking that I’ll get home Saturday night and get to see Rob. Only I forgot that he’s going to IPNC this week and it will be Monday night, at the earliest, that I get to see him. Given how much I’ve been gone recently, this shouldn’t see like an unbearable separation but I am surprisingly melancholy right now.
Otherwise, all is well. I’m looking forward to sleeping on the plane.
