Anyway, since you asked, I had a wonderful time -- a 48 hour holiday in someone else's house and head and music.
In a couple of days I'll talk -- a very little, because it's too early -- about the music, when it's sunk in a little more.
Apart from driving around (or sitting in a parked car) listening to music (and to the first chapter of the Coraline CD) we did a number of extremely sensible things, including buying our daughters Daphne-and-Scooby Doo Barbies, trying to figure out the best wall on which to hang this painting, eating sushi, sitting on the beach talking about copy protection for CDs (a bad thing, we decided, for a number of reasons) the difference between the Country and the Land and the pros and cons of keeping a weblog like this one, and, later, watching a lightning storm from the end of a dock. Good wines were drunk, although we never were.
Then it was this morning and we were on our way to the airport, and on the road she sang me a song called "Snow Cherries From France" which hasn't been recorded yet and isn't on the new album but has to be recorded and go and live somewhere, because it's truly lovely.
And then I came home. The Daphne and Scooby Doo Barbie was, you'll be happy to know, an enormous hit.
The Jungle Theatre in Minneapolis is doing a saturday season for kids, based around kids' books, and tomorrow's is The Day I Swapped My Dad For Two Goldfish.
(Which reminds me. Did I mention that there will also be a local production of Signal to Noise at the Minneapolis Fringe?)
An FAQ came in pointing out a typo in American Gods I know I'd caught and fixed in manuscript... and I checked and found it was completely unfixed, and in every edition I checked. Sigh. I wonder if I'll be able to fix it in the 3rd printing of the paperback (we've already gone back to press for the second printing).