Greetings from the Minneapolis airport, where it is way too early in the morning.

So far on this teeny tiny book tour, I have....

Enjoyed barbecue take-in with my agent and editor in my hotel room after my NYC reading. (But not American Idol. It's dead to me).

Survived a 3:30 a.m. wakeup call, in advance of a 4 a.m. pickup, to get me to La Guardia in time for a 6 a.m. flight.

Taken a nap in the rabbi's robing room at Congregation Shaarey Tzedek in Southfield, Michigan ("Be careful," said my husband, in a reference only my fellow tabloid-minded Philadelphians will get. "That's how Elaine Soncini got started.")

Spoken to a crowd of 703 women and a handful of very brave men, many of whom it turns out I'm distantly related to.

Promised I wouldn't buy any books.

Bought new books by Wendy Wasserstein, Stephen McCauley, Anne Tyler, Elizabeth Benedict, Alisa Valdes Rodriguez, Allegra Goodman and Alison Pace.

Hung out with my cousins Linda and Eric, and had vegetarian squash enchiladas at Seva in Ann Arbor with cousin Rachel.

Answered two questions about the Kaavya Viswanathan scandal and four about my daughter's birthday cake.

Learned that "Edina" and "Wayzata" are not pronounced exactly the way they are spelled.

Thanks so much to everyone who came out to the readings in New York, Michigan and Minnesota. Now it's on to Chicago, where I will be reading with fabulously funny and whip-smart Alisa Kwitney at 12:30 at the Borders on State Street. Hope to see you there.

Jen