See? This is why this de-cluttering thing is such a job for me. I get attached to STUFF. It's perfectly OK that my book is out there, somewhere in the universe. Maybe someone is enjoying it even more than I did. I can always buy another copy someday if I want. I do long to see my own scribbles in a book... it's a sickness, I know... but the world will not stop spinning on its axis if that book does not find its way home to me. Breathe. All is well.
I am seriously disturbed.
Oh well, nothing a corndog and some lemonade won't fix, about 6-7 hours from now. ;)