I read at Vroman's in Pasadena last night, as I began to read, a strange and unexpected snow squall came down. That was followed by rain and sleet. Everyone agreed this was odd and quietly wondered if I had brought the bad weather with me from New Orleans.
The store, by the way, is great. The staff was wonderful. And, in spite of the weather, people showed up and asked lots of questions, and bought lots of books. Some brought photographs of their own pit bulls to show me--and that just made me miss my own even more.