As a reward for finishing Flesh Circus revisions last night I allowed myself the first story in the new Peter Beagle anthology this morning. It made me cry over my orange juice and English muffin. I swear, Beagle is one of maybe a handful of authors who can make me cry because a story is so right and so perfectly, beautifully constructed. (Others include Tanith Lee, Sarah Dessen, and Robin McKinley.)

Also, the Jehovah’s Witnesses came to the door this morning. Two men, one older one younger, both