San Francisco

That's the view from my big white bed where I'm sitting, tapping this out on my phone. If I got up and walked out there, I'd see this:

Yesterday was pretty great and not a little overwhelming. My presentation went well -- I started with notes but quickly went off-notes, if that's an expression, and during the panel part responded a bit testily to some questions.  It felt exhilarating and exhausting telling Sophie's story to this group of people. Thank you for watching the livestream.  Thank you for your emails -- from all over the world. I hear all of you, and they meant so much.

Here's a photo of one of my beautiful new friends, Cindy, and the equally beautiful Joel Stanley -- one of those Stanley brothers who pioneered Charlotte's Web.

My favorite comment after my presentation was from some guy who approached me and said, You were like a bomb that was dropped into the room! 


If you can't be a bombshell, be a bomb.

Last night my dear friend Sally of Maggie World picked me up and drove me around the city. We had dinner in a tiny old Italian restaurant in North Beach. I had red sangria, and we shared an amaxing appetizer of burrata cheese and tiny fresh tomatoes with olive oil and pesto. Oh, my god, was it good. Then I had sardines and spaghetti -- I ate every single bit, including the bones. We sat upstairs in a bright red room with a ceiling so low you had to duck your head. We were seated at a communal table, right by the window. It was charming.

Now I need to get out of bed and on with the day!