Tomorrow I hop a jet to Italy for a music and literature festival in Cremona. I am weirdly nervous and anxious, and I'm not sure why. I'm not afraid of flying or anything like that. Maybe I'll just miss my wife and son who I hope can come with me some time. The Italian people have always been very welcoming, and Italian readers are sharp and seem to really get my work. Probably once I get there and get into the swing of things, I'll feel right. Wish me luck, people.
And if I die, this will then seem like an eerily strange blog post.