The cruelest month that was April is finally over, although it has not yet fully decamped. But I will do my best to forget what it’s saving up for me for the next week.
This weekend I’m in an avocado grove near the ocean–it’s a pause between one fray and another.
Tomorrow I pack and prepare. Tuesday morning I fly to Chicago. I’m not entirely ready for BEA week, but I am more than ready for a week away from the grind, especially one filled with books and book-blogging friends.