Stuff in my office has been threatening to fall over and knock me unconscious so today I embarked on a clearing expedition. That lasted about an hour when I was sidelined by a web eruption that began the day before, right as I was leaving for the launch party.
I managed to reduce the email backlog to four hundred – that’s on one account with fifty on another and one hundred on a third – and then spent an hour of backing and forthing on email and phone. I may or may not have more to say about that whole situation depending how things turn out.
And then I finished a New Yorker. It was dated early February. Next up, 2015 Eustace Tilley. The paper copy arrived with three covers. I wrote about it in “New York, New York.” Now I’ll actually be reading the issue.