I think I'm getting old, is what I think--but I'm also expecting the UPS guy and the FedEx guy and a phone call, and considering how long I have been waiting for one of these packages, I would be pretty crabby if I missed it. And since I slept past 8 again...
Well, pretty much, there went my window for a run. Maybe I'll manage it this afternoon, if it stays cool. (one of the nice things about autumn is that I no longer absolutely have to run before 8 am if I''m going to run at all.) I wouldn't count on it, though.
Apparently, my body wants the sleep, though. But I am booting. Slowly.
But that's not important right now! What's important is that it's Book Day! And so I will be spending today cuddling my copy of All the Windwracked Stars, because I can.
It's available from Mysterious Galaxy and Amazon and it's a real book, and I can smooch it and call it George.