This morning on my way to the shower I saw that my housemate’s copy of Time Out (which I, ahem, borrow every week) had arrived. I opened it to the books pages, and there it was. I’m listed in Time Out!

I mean, obviously it wasn’t that surprising given that I was the one who submitted it, but I thought there was about a 60% chance they would laugh and hit the delete button. But there it is, in print.

The first retreat is this weekend. It’s really happening.