Would-be Wayfarer

I am covered in glitter. Except for the sardonically raised eyebrow, I look like Kimber the Good Fairy. Where did all this glitter come from you ask? Did I invade Tinker Bell's secret supply of pixie dust? Ahem. No. I don't think anyone's allowed in Neverland who is over the age of fourteen--fifteen on the outside--and I'm well past that now. No, my glitter stylings come from shedding Xmas cards. And these weren't cheap cards, so what's the deal? Obviously, I'm trying to get some holiday cards out...at least to the people whom I don't talk to very often, but the world is crazy. I'm working. I'm editing. I'm trying to get things in order for my book's February release. I'm trying to be social and have and attend parties... it's madness. And on top of everything, I've run out holiday stamps or even the nondescript Forever stamps with the Liberty Bell. So, now I'm slapping on any stamp that I can find. Which means some people...

I'm pretty sure that I have a greater love of mushrooms than the average person on the street, but even I blinked when I read that a one-kilogram white truffle sold at auction for $200,000. The proceeds of the auction are going to charity, so at least this bit of excess is tied to some pretty tasty philanthropy. And, of course, yay for the 'shroom's rise to the top of the food chain. ;)