Good morning, all. Last week I was tromping up and down the West Coast with Richelle Mead, tagging along on the first leg of her Mega Tour Of Death. Seriously, she's traveling for more than 20 days, with events almost every day and very few breaks. The woman is either insane or superhuman, quite possibly both. Oh, and she has great taste in music, too.

The trip started out on Tuesday last week, when I had to get up early and roust all the kids so Coyote Boy could drive me to the train station. (V