And now, the most exciting day in a book tour: Laundry Day! Gasp! As I separate the lights from the darks! Thrill! As I measure out the right amount of liquid detergent! Scream! As I discover that my friend, whose washer and dryer I am using, has not heard of the magical entities known as “dryer sheets”! You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, it’s much better than Cats. You’ll see it again and again.
The good news is that all my clothes are clean again, which should take me until the end of my tour, and that none of my clothes shrunk, which means I have not forgotten my mad laundry skillz after more than a week on the road. Go, me.
Yesterday’s appearance was in San Diego, and sometime over the last couple of days I suspect all the shaking of people’s hands had gotten the best of me, because I was feeling a little under the weather. In a case like this the thing you try to do is shake it off and hope that folks at your reading don’t notice. For the San Diego apparance it seems I managed to pull it off – everyone seemed to enjoy themselves – but I noticed it, because I felt myself fumble over some of the words as I read. The good news is that I finally got something of a decent night’s sleep on the road (which means I only woke up a couple of time) and I’m feeling a little better this morning. My wife, whom I called, suggest I megadose with vitamin C and some zinc; I suspect I’ll just have some orange juice instead.
Onto Portland. with clean clothes!
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