This should be an interesting experiment in jet lag

So, a little more than 48 hours before I head to the airport, and then, France. My flight is scheduled to arrive in Paris at around 9 A.M., or as we like to call it in Seattle, midnight. It’s all good, though—I’ll be a zombie, but I’ll be a happy zombie, which is a fair trade, and I don’t have my first interview until Monday.

For those who are wondering, it looks like I won’t be doing any readings in France—the book’s not officially in stores there until February 7th—just press, radio, and a little TV. But the truly fanatical can still drive out to catch one of my appearances in Germany.