I miss Philadelphia.

And this is why. 

I’m still holed up in Olney writing with Meg. I have accidentally seen every single one of her private parts over the past two weeks, which I wouldn’t characterize as “unpleasant” but which has taken our collaboration to the next level.

A new slang term for you kids: because we’re under stress, I’m naturally crapping incessantly visiting the little gentlemen’s room with regularity. I keep a Sue Grafton novel in there so I don’t get bored, so taking a crap is now “going to talk to Sue.” Let it color your language.

Love,
Chris