Last night we made a power drive to Charleston to see David Sedaris, and then back that same evening. It was grueling, but enjoyable and we were glad we went. It’s interesting to me that this quirky writer has become a rock star, almost literally. He filled a coliseum last night that a number of rock stars might not be able to, to hear him read a few stories and answer some questions. He was really funny and more sedate and sensible than I was expecting. I’d like to write more about it, but I’m so exhausted I don’t think I can stay up one more minute. More tomorrow.