Through the mighty offices of the even mightier Cory Doctorow and his roving wireless network, I am coming to you live from Martha's Vinyard.
Let the workshop commence.
And it's WAY TOO NICE out there. I need to go for a walk.
If you ever wondered why you never see people doing small mundane useful tasks in books?
It's because the writers are trying to make their wordcount.
The wardrobe-inventorying scene just hit the cutting room floor, and I suspect the cloth-buying one is next.
Cory and I could probably build a sandcastle out of the little pile of supplements on top of the fridge.
(also, so far, he is a sooper roomie.)
And now, apparently, I am going to fall over, because I am suddenly made of sleep.