I've had one of those days. Long flight, jet lag. And then when I landed I found out that 1. My interview in the New York Times Magazine was canceled and 2. My reading in D.C. had to be canceled to accommodate something else. I was feeling all tragic and sad. It turned out God had taken me up on my offer. In October I promised him that if Barack won the election God could take my career and flush it down the toilet. Like a true sadist the Almighty let me get away with feeling like he hadn't been listening. And then boom. Screwed ya when ya weren't looking!

So I'm all blue and mopey, and I arrive home in time for Rosie's reading party. Today she finished Lindamood Bell, and we got her a cake to celebrate. We sang, "Happy Reading To You." She blew out a candle. And for a moment I actually lifted my eyes from my own navel and realized how wonderful my life is. Kenahora.

ps. Don't worry, I'm back to feeling like shit. Wouldn't want to disappoint you.