So far this morning my magical Internet-slaying powers have not manifested. Waiting for the flight to San Francisco. Usual security line grumbles — "No, really, the Frequent Traveler lane is for people who that they have to take their shoes off." The bookstore inside D concourse had three paperback copies of Mainspring, which I signed. None of Escapement, oddly.
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