Two people at church last Sunday marched up to me after worship and said, “It’s all your fault.”
Separately. My goodness.
My typical response is to grimace and say, “I know. Everything is usually my fault.”
What did I do this time?
“I stayed up until 1:00 in the morning reading your new book. I finally had to make myself close it and go to bed.”
“I didn’t get anything done on my to-do list yesterday because I started reading your book.”
Music to an author’s ears, people! My work here is done.