Home Sweet Hovel

I love my funny little apartment, I do I do I do I do I DO!

I'm back in New York, and so happy to be home. I always get that jazzy, grinny feeling as we start to descend into home-ish airspace. I had an aisle seat this leg, so I didn't get to press my face against the window and say, "Hi, Coney Island Cyclone, hi, Brooklyn, hi New York, my love," as we came in for our landing, but I thought it, oh, yes I did.

Now I have 48 hours to wash out my gutchies and get ready to do it all over again next week in Chicago and Portland, OR.

Miss Madison Kitty has adhered herself to me like gum on a shoe, and I am pouring myself a finger of Maker's to take the airplane stink out of my head and try to erase the image of the truly bizarre-looking feet of the woman sitting next to me from my brain. Her toenails were so odd that I couldn't stop staring at them. I can't even describe them, except that her toes were like mushroom buttons and her toenails were really, really narrow and tiny and quite disturbing to look at.

So another LA trip is put to bed, and I have to go into the office tomorrow to sort out other work stuff.

So happy to be home.

Oh, and the heatwave appears to have broken! Yay!