My flight boarded on time, and we landed 45 minutes early. I sat across the aisle from Evan Lysacek (yes, I am a figure-skating geek, too). Wished him luck in Vancouver as we got off the plane.
Greeted with feline joy upon opening my apartment door. The little cat has glued herself to my side. The old man, too.
Transferred 9 days of dirty laundry from my suitcase to the laundry bag to be dealt with tomorrow.
Craig Ferguson had Gerard Butler as a guest and ended his show with a farting kitten. Maybe you had to see it to appreciate just how funny it was.
Bravo is showing "Goodfellas."
"Please stop feeding the dog from the table from the plate on top of it." (Spoken by the brilliant Lorraine Bracco)
My pleasures are small ones and I am glad to be home.
Oh, and our President won the Nobel Peace Prize. Maybe, just maybe, we will finally get to see Rush Limbaugh "explode like a bag of meat dropped from a helicopter." (Bill Maher)
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