I’ve joined Sarah who’s here for the national APA convention. I went through the fabulous Philadelphia Museum of Art on Saturday, and we had a wonderful time hanging out with Jeff Ford and his wife Lynn on Saturday night, but it’s been awful weather ever since. I have a great view of the nor’easter, however, from the 22nd floor of the Sheraton. The rain’s leaking in through the window. Ideal writing circumstances. I’ve revised a story Sarah read on the train coming up. She helped me identify some deadwood. I’m working on a novella today, Hard Luck Charlie, that just may turn into a novel if the storm lasts long enough. Stay dry and warm.