It's 6:22 in the morning. I slept exactly one hour and twenty-three minutes late night because I was reading Mockingjay. It's kind of chilly out and I'm heading to NY on a ferry in about 20 minutes to go to the Suzanne Collins signing.
If I don't return I give you guys permission to have all my book.
Whoever finds my house first gets them!
But I expect to return.
And with goodies.
Until we meet again.