I made a timely but sad and unpleasant discovery today, now that we're back home and I have a computer at my regular disposal. I feel as though a friend has died, and I sincerely wish James Mustich all the best.
There's a lesson to be learned here, and that's to patronize our small, independent booksellers, even if it means spending a bit more money. Penny wise, pound foolish, and I'm feeling very foolish indeed for not making more purchases there over the years.
By the way, I'll return to regular blogging, and include some tales from our trip, once I've dealt with the jet lag and the last unpacked suitcase.