Portents

Thermometer outside the kitchen window read 30 F this morning. And that one always reads high, due to the adjacent window.

Well, GHOST POINT is set in winter, so I'll have the atmosphere right....

The UPS man cometh...

... and leaveth me one copy of THE WINTER OAK in trade paperback and one copy of THE SUMMER COUNTRY in mass-market paperback. They're almost real. Like books, you know, like you'd find in a bookstore or library.

Getting the run-around from Borders on setting up a local signing. Got one long-distance phone number off in Massachusetts-land, the voice-mail of that handed me off to another, I left messages on _that_ one and haven't heard back, and the email address glommed from the same electronic voice just bounces. Self-promotion is a PITA.

Windy and cold this afternoon, but not _as_ windy or _as_ cold as yesterday.

15.5 miles, 1:10:30