Another busy day away from the office selling books. I went across the street to the food court in the mall to grab a quick bite for breakfast, then spent most of the day on my feet, either with no one to sell books to (while everyone else was in sessions) or with too many people to sell books to. I don’t I realized how tired I was until I finally let myself sit down.
At five o’clock, when I closed up (i.e. covered up with tablecloths) the booth for the day, I took a very short stroll along the river (in the suddenly, surprisingly nice and not at all rainy weathet), and then returned to the hotel to enjoy some room service and Ocean’s 11 on cable. Which is what I’m doing now.
It’s not the most exciting way to spend an evening in Cambridge, but it was a long day, and I head home tomorrow.
With luck, that is. I have a 6:15 p.m. flight and the exhibit hours don’t officially end until three o’clock. But, with even more luck, will we will have sold enough books to make clean-up easy. Maybe we’ll sell everything.
That could happen, right? Right?