Right now I'm sitting at the gate waiting to find out if I'll spend tonight in an airport hotel.
It takes the joy out of learning that your book is at Number Nine on Time Magazine's Top Ten Fiction Books of 2008 List. (And not on the children's list. Fiction. That's cool.)
Edit to add: I got on the plane. Two hours later we're still sitting on the runway. They think it may be another half or or more before anything happens, so we are allowed to turn on phones. My grump has not abated.
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