Conversation after working all weekend at the L.A. Times Festival of Books:
Jamie: When I got home last night, I lay down on the couch, and it felt like I literally had thousands of people walking through my body.
Cheryl: Yeah—in tiny little cleats.
Jamie: I just had to lie there and wait for them to leave my body. But they left all their trash behind.
Cheryl: And their self-published poetry books too, right?
Cheryl: Get some rest.
Jamie: You too.