Hello. We're coming to you from New York where everything's great except (once again) I'm in a hotel with a non-working Internet connection. Usually, it's just my room but this time it's the whole danged hotel. I'm BlackBerrying this to the 'net so this'll have to be brief. The con is terrific. Nathan Lane makes a wonderful President of the United States. And the housesitter says that Lydia the Cat is doing fine. More people at the con are asking me about Lydia than are asking me about Jack Kirby.
A longer post will follow once I have traditional web access. In the meantime, if I owe you e-mail, please be patient. (And Steve B., if you're reading this: The script revision is done and I'll find some way to get it to you.)