… but feebly, feebly.

Last night’s signing in Ljubljana drew 2000 (rough estimate). How I survived I will never know. If I did. I want to sleep for a week. My hand is fine (thanks for asking), but my brain has turned to mush. I want to sleep for a week. Instead I have another interview in an hour. And sometime later today Ty and I begin the long process of flying home. Which has already grown longer and more complicated thanks to the cancellation of the flight that was to be the first leg of our homeward journey…

But never mind.

Thanks to everyone who came out. You were wonderful. And amazingly patient. Standing in line for five hours for my illegible scrawl is an act of valor.

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