Missed anghara's reading, but caught up with her at the coffeehouse. Caught up a bit with Jim and Shannon Butcher, who figured out where they'd met me before when they saw the Writer's Weekend logo on my messenger bag. Gracious good company, all 3. Made some new acquaintances at the lj meet and greet. Drove home late--had the Turnpike all to myself most of the way, and sang my fool head off in the car to stay awake. I'm just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come. Can't get that song out of my head.