Yesterday, my flight from Fort Lauderdale was two-and-a-half hours late, which meant that I had exactly 65 minutes to get luggage, take a cab home, grab my car and go to Borders in Timonium. I was exactly one minute late.
June was there and I hugged her twice, once for me and once for everyone else at TMP who was kind enough to mourn Syd’s passing. And Ab, another TMP denizen and friend, asked a question so gratifying that I’m sure some people suspect he was a plant.
I am updating the blog at Spoons, after writing 1,095 words. Yes, I barely met quota, but it was a full chapter. And I will be reunited with my trainer later this afternoon, so a 2-W day is in store. A 2-W day studded with interviews, but a 2-W day nonetheless.
Anyone recognize the literary allusion in the title?