The Devil Wears…huh?
Now I know what it must feel like to be Eli Manning waking up on game day for the Super Bowl. I immediately rushed to the hotel window to check the New York weather…drizzling, but not raining hard. The meeting with my new literary agent was scheduled for 10:30, since it was just past 6:00 a.m., I had plenty of time to grab some breakfast downstairs and come back to the room afterwards to get ready. I picked up the New York Times that was sitting outside the door when I headed to the elevator, and tried to read it while eating my oatmeal. For what I comprehended, it may as well have been printed in Latin.
From the Kitchen Counter... 