Before I rush off to do the signings and publishing shmoozefest that is my day (I’m at BEA. It’s the Booksellers annual convention, and not open to the public, just the book industry. If you’re a book person/knitter, I’d love to see you. Be sure and stop by and talk to me about yarn. It’s a nice counterbalance. I’ll have the handspun scarf in my bag.) I need to take a moment and acknowledge the very special nature of today.
It is my daughter Amanda’s 19th birthday, which makes her of a legal age to do anything she’d care to do in Canada. She’s 100% adult. Happy Birthday sweetheart, I’m sorry I’m not there. Get Joe to buy you a beer.
I love you.