Off to New York.

After the better part of a week of seriously erratic sleeping and largely unnecessary flurrying around to finish up household tasks (like cat bathing, vacuuming and mopping, and obtaining more quotes on just how many kidneys a re-roofing job is going to cost me) Matt kindly schlepped my perpetually late ass off to the airport bright and early —on his day off, the sainted man— to catch a Southwest flight up to NY for my (usually annual) pilgrimage to see the family.  Continue reading