For no reason at all, I just spent the past hour re-listening to Neil Gaiman’s “Murder Mysteries“. It’s probably the first thing of his I ever read, years before I even knew or cared who Neil Gaiman was, before I stumbled upon The Sandman series with World’s End. “Mysteries” is a subtle and haunting story, and every time I hear it or read it, I discover something new.

Last night, also for no particular reason, I listened to Gaiman read a wonderful story from American Gods, which I haven’t read yet, and another from Smoke and Mirrors, which I have. I find, quite suddenly, that I am now…out of Neil Gaiman stories to listen to. It seems wholly unfair that I’ll miss his appearance in New York by less than a week.

A five-day extension on my short Fourth of July vacation isn’t too much to ask, is it…? I mean, my boss is going to be out of town that week anyway…