Tonight I'll be at the PNBA Nightcapper event (.pdf), signing copies of Strange Angels. I am told they will let the authors sit down for the signing, which is a Good Thing. My poor, poor toe.
Yes, it still hurts. No run this morning, just a walk. (An amble, more like.) And it's still colorful, too. There. You now know more than you need to know about my toe. I was felled not by a mortal enemy but by a kiddie rocking chair. I will never live this down.
I did promise a recap of the Beaverton...
Published on September 10, 2009 11:38