Whew, what a weekend. The Southern Festival of Books will teach you things about relative time you never knew–like how long, oh, so long, the hour of 5-6 on Saturday is and how quickly 12-5 on Sunday passes. They seem like equal amounts of time.
It rained, a great deal, but I still had a wonderful time and got to see a bunch of people and learned a lot.
I am super tired, though. But also, feeling happy.
Tiny Cat Pants 