Early

Oct 08, 2004

A new definition of early. You know it’s too damned early when the man who brings your breakfast tray asks, “Did you get any sleep at all?” For a second, I thought how did he know to ask, then I realized he was the waiter that brought us our soup and tea after the New York signing last night. We’d gotten so little sleep that we were still on his shift.
Jon’s asleep as I write this. We’re in the air and on our way to Minneapolis, Minnesota. Event tonight at Uncle Hugo’s. See you there.