Aren't I a fun date?

Last night we had a surprise baby-sitter[1:], which means it was date-night with my wife. We had a terrific dinner at Palermo's in Ballard, did a little boring shopping, then walked around the neighborhood having an actual uninterrupted conversation.

It was nice, even if I was a little distracted. I'll admit that I'm stressed about the release of Game of Cages and we talked about that quite a bit.

You know what? I am no damn fun at all. Other writers dance around and get giddy when their b...