Merry Christmas! Evidence is seeping: I did indeed go to a fabulous party hosted by novelist Adele Griffin at her beautiful Brooklyn brownstone. I did run around in my black socks and take hundreds of photos. I did talk to authors and a gallery owner and a vintage-clothing dealer and dozens more writers while sipping a hot toddy.
I'm still going through photos, and I'm in Michigan now visiting my mother, who is part of the 6% of Americans using a dial-up connection. And I downgraded to a blissfully quiet dumb phone. So until I return after the holiday, reconnect to the cables and the world, have a wonderful holiday! Crown molding and poinsettias for days.