I got back from Halifax. And promptly killed my computer. That doesn't mean there won't be a complete update on the whole Harlot experience and pictures. (...Harlot: "who are you?" as I present three of her books for autographing.
Me: "Barbara from Nova Scotia"
Harlot: standing up and shaking my hand, "I am so glad to finally meet you..."
Me: thinking: "She wanted to meet me!" Laughing on the inside lest I seem like an escapee from a mental ward...)
It will all have to wait until I get my computer ticking again like an old reliable. Good grief, I never realized how much I depend on it for contact with other adults. Husband was fit to be tied yesterday. Mad, mad, mad. I may be a few crumbs short of a cookie when it comes to understanding computers. Yeah well.