I got home at 3 a.m. on Saturday morning, after standing outside Books of Wonder for several hours with A. and Mr. Maud. We were #257 in the line to buy a copy of the new Harry Potter book and have it signed by the illustrator. A. was thrilled — although she later had nightmares about the leggy cupcake figures . . .
Updates will trickle in at odd times for the next couple of weeks because my step-daughter, A, is visiting, and this pretending-to-be-a-responsible-parent-type gig requires lots of concentration. Luckily A’s at art camp during the day, so I have plenty of time at work to mull over everything I’ve done in the past 24 hours and worry, by turns, that I’m . . .