My apologies for not managing to blog yesterday. I spent most of the day in transit and the rest inert. I did have one very small literary moment, however, and I might as well share it with you.
As I was waiting for the plane to take off from the Denver airport, the steward came by to check that everybody was belted in, and noticed that I had brought a copy of Neil Gaiman's The Ocean at the End of the Lane to read during the flight.
"Have you read it yet?" he asked. "That's a wonderful book. I couldn't stop reading it."
I don't envy Neil for his movies or his advances, or any of the other accouterments of success. But for just the one moment, I did, amiably, envy him that unsolicited response.
And as always . . .
I have been traveling, but now I'm home again. Now I have time to relax. Time to recover. Time to do the laundry. Time to write.
And, of course, time to start packing for the next trip.
Oh, and . . .
Please don't anyone post any compliments below. It would make me look needy.