Thank you. This is where I'm not good with words: I have never figured out how to tell someone properly how much it means to me that my writing means something to them. I never even know where to start. But this means a lot to me. A lot. You should understand that I've just come from a morning of academic work, in which I felt that my brain had unraveled past any hope of repair and that was about the last front of my life about which I hadn't been feeling despondent . . . But I'm also simply, delightedly pleased that you liked the stories. Your work always amazes me. Maybe this is sort of like giving back.