There was a misspelling in last week’s update. I probably just spelled that wrong too. My updates are often a last minute item on my list if you couldn’t tell. They are frequently the product of late nights and possibly beer. Or worse, 5 am bleary-eyed poundings on the keyboard with half-closed eyes and numb fingers. I’m shocked that anything I write in this space doesn’t need a Tibetan interpretor. For those of you following the process of creating a book, I understand that the proof is in the mail. Soon enough I will know if what I put together made any sense to the publisher or if it was a mangled mess. Being, as I said, the product of even later nights. And beer.