I got in my car in my driveway and closed the door. Purlescence night.
I opened that door right back up again and grabbed my keys, spurred on by the strong feeling that no, I needed to have one with me, and unlocked the house and ran back inside. Where I grabbed a copy of my book.
At the shop, though, I left it in the car–it’s not like the thing was a novelty to anyone I expected to see.
But there I ran into someone visiting from out of town whom I’d really, really wanted to give a copy to. I had no idea she was going to be there. What I also didn’t know, as I in great delight signed that thing, was that it wasn’t just me imposing on her (I was afraid it would be like, See? See this cool book I did? You like it, you really like it–right? Ummm…) Actually, she had really wanted one.
And for the second time Susan surprised me with a gift of some of her yarn to go play with, and I tell you, she does gorgeous colorwork.
Some nice people. You just can never catch up to them. It was *so* good to see her!