It's June 9th and it's 100 degrees and muggy in New York City. I might be a little anemic from the kidney problems and that might be contributing to my malaise but I swear I feel like moving into the refrigerator. Ava conned me into taking the day off from school so she's reading in the other room. She's tried her best to get me to let her watch TV or a movie but seeing as she's completely recovered from whatever it was that was bothering her so much that she absolutely couldn't make it to school today I insisted no TV. Her little brother was apoplectic as it was when he had to go to school and her no and if she got to watch TV during the week I think he would literally combust.

As Father's Day approaches I'm doing several radio shows around the country and will have a big excerpt of the book in the NY Times City Section on Father's Day Itself. For me, I'm letting Father's Day be the official day that I stop trying to so actively hawk my book and let word of mouth work its magic.