I was in my study, working on planning on getting ready to pack to go to Alchemy, the Georgia burn, when a knocking came at my door.
Uttering a mild oath, I went downstairs to see who was disturbing me. It was fellow Lichtenbergian and publisher Jeff Bishop, and he had...
... three proof copies of the book.
I may have squeed a little.
I'm taking them with me to the burn, where I'm sure I will go through them thoroughly.
Just kidding. I'm taking them to show off.
Soon—so soon—you will be able to give me money.