Something feels off today. I'm not speeding down 95 to make sure I get a free parking spot and get a seat in the Chapman Conference Center. I'm not gazing adoringly at the Arepa Queen. I'm not racing from the Auditorium to a small foreign room I've never been to before in hopes of seeing an author I've never seen before. My back doesn't hurt from lugging 50 pounds of books around in an ancient, rotting tote bag.
Book fair must be over.
My back will be relieved, but in a weird way I kind of miss it. Or maybe just the free chocolate chip cookies I boosted in the author lounge. Not sure. All I know is, I really feel like reading.