Date: 2008-05-07 09:52 Subject: Back home tired Security: Public Tags: travel

So I'm decompressing and sorting through 215 emails and listening to  my cats complain about how long I was away and trying to cohere.

I find I have omitted to mention meeting Henry Wessells and Stacey Witcraft at South Street Seaport.

You can buy thugwear with maximum bling in the vicinity of 21st and B'way.

My feet still hurt (small surprise).

I got the same limo driver home from O'Hare as took me to O'Hare a week ago.  He is writing a very raunchy "street lit" novel and actually had pages to show me when he picked me up.    Nice to know he is so inspired.  I was butt lucky to get him, and doubly lucky to land, as it was raining c.&d. by the time my luggage made it off the carousel.

I missed bacon.  I missed my cats.  I missed my husband.   In reverse order, I think.

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