I’m dazed and disoriented. The last thing I remember clearly, I was trying to move in the middle of a snow storm in mid-February. Two weeks later I think I went to Alaska for a week to research a book. Or was that a dream? There was snow there, too. When I got back I dove into an insane schedule of daily writing that produced about 45,000 semi-coherent, quasi-literate words over the next seven weeks. I think it snowed again in there somewhere.

Then I woke up this morning and the forecast was for sun and 90.

Oh, and somewhere along the way i misplaced about 30 pounds.