Well, I’m home – and I very much want to tell you all about my wild mini-tour, but I scarcely know where to begin. It was fantastic! I enjoyed every minute! But I’m so tired right now, that I’m positively cross-eyed. I will do my best to cough up a write-up over the next couple of days. Even if it’s just a highlights reel, I do believe the week deserves to be documented.

But today I got up at (the equivalent of) 5:00 a.m. and flew in from Idaho; then I hauled myself home and discovered both terrible weather and errands awaiting which wouldn’t wait – and I hiked all over the hill because my husband had the car today at work; and finally I sat at my desk and knocked my inbox down to zero (almost!) because Jesus H. Christ, you have no idea how much Important-Stuff-Address-It-Now-Now-Now can pile up when you’re gone for a week.

Or maybe you do.

Regardless. I am beyond exhausted, I’ve only been back in town a few hours, and I’ve logged a few thousand miles in the last few days; so now I’m going to make myself a hot butter rum, throw on some pajamas, watch some TV, and crash for the evening.

(You see? I’ve devolved to tacking together loosely related clauses with stylistically questionable commas. This is what it’s come to.)

Thanks so much to everyone who came out to see me; thanks for your encouragement, your questions, and your cheerful participation. Thanks also to all the fine bookstore crews who hosted me, and to my publicist Aisha who booked the whole damn run.

I may be beat, but I’m not so worn out that I don’t know how lucky I am.