I’m in Wisconsin at the moment. I have a dentist appointment tomorrow. And if any of you think it’s rather extreme to drive from Southern Indiana to Appleton, Wisconsin to get one’s teeth cleaned, you’re absolutely right. Unfortunately, however, the best dentist in the world is in this town, and I am compelled to keep coming here twice a year, rain, snow, or shine, to get my little fangs polished and filled.
I almost made a detour to Madison to attend the Wisconsin Book Festival—Neil Gaiman, Peter Straub, and Gary Wolfe had a panel this afternoon—but despite my best efforts to break all speed records, I realized about the time I got to Chicago that there was no way at all I would make it. So, onward, northward.
(And if Trent, Jeremy, Marco, or Cord ever read this, I apologize for not calling, but I don’t think I’m near any of you at the moment. Meow!)