I'm in Minneapolis, ensconced at the home of Pamela Freaking Dean and her husband dd_b (who some of you may recognize as the sage of photographers), working on Where I Write . I've done two portraits so far -- tomorrow there are a more. In the meantime, my guest bed is being circled by giant cats the size of horses. They all seem displeased.
If you do not hear from me again: I suspect the giant calico was the one that killed and ate me.