because there aren't enough butt pillows in this world, baby~ on second thought, it's a no to running from me too since i'm anxious and full of cheese. i was toying with the idea of a detective novel, but i also think he changes his mind every 200 pages and starts from scratch with the next hopeless idea, so a book about a sweaty spinster woman and her cats might be next on his list. how long hath she been in boston?