Besides that I really should have scheduled a day between transcontinental travel and work, I was actually sick. So I was home at noon when the phone rang. My new best friend missed me so much she couldn't go to sleep without talking to me.
It was very endearing.
UberBoss lent me this just before I left, like the Friday, but between planting and flooding and guests two nights, I left for France with 30 pages left. I finished it today.
It's fun, though I'm not prepared to admit I might like detective or speculative fiction. At least the author is honest: when an outlandish scheme is proposed to solve a problem and someone asks what is that, another character admits it's a literary technobabble device. That cracked me up.