Ten days of lost time, that is. Well, okay, not really lost, but without updates. Which is kind of like lost, on the Internet.

Hope you all had a good Thanksgiving. Ours was delicious and spent in fabulous company, then we were off to Portland for the quickest of weekend turnarounds in honor of Leland’s father’s 70th birthday. We got in at 7 am yesterday morning. I got to recover and write my last column, which will be up later today, but Leland had to work all day. Slowly catching up on sleep and correspondence and trying not to panic that it’s almost Yule.

There might be a flurry of little updates today. We’ll see.

Oh look — a book about writing by Samuel R. Delany. Where’d that come from?