Having my hair petted.
So here I am (once again, wheeeeee) in New York City -- actually, at the moment, I'm out in Jersey City, which akawil and ladymondegreen inform me is actually located in New Jersey. Yes, another state. I love the East Coast. Their states are so tiny and cute.
(Yes, agrumer, I know that I am going to be beaten to death by angry East Coasters, tempers enraged by my flippant comments and shortened by the screamingly cold winds that my presence seems to have conjured.)
'First stage frostbite' is not as pleasant as it sounds. And when it goes away, it feels like your face is melting off. Just so you know.
So here I am, and here I stay until tomorrow, when I'll return to Dave and Ellen's, and thence to the airport. My plane leaves Friday night at nine o'clock for Heathrow: I'm staying with David and Rika, at least for the first little chunk of time. I have every Toby book (except for R&R) on disk, and I'm being plied with DDP every time I look plaintive.
The universe can continue.
(Yes, agrumer, I know that I am going to be beaten to death by angry East Coasters, tempers enraged by my flippant comments and shortened by the screamingly cold winds that my presence seems to have conjured.)
'First stage frostbite' is not as pleasant as it sounds. And when it goes away, it feels like your face is melting off. Just so you know.
So here I am, and here I stay until tomorrow, when I'll return to Dave and Ellen's, and thence to the airport. My plane leaves Friday night at nine o'clock for Heathrow: I'm staying with David and Rika, at least for the first little chunk of time. I have every Toby book (except for R&R) on disk, and I'm being plied with DDP every time I look plaintive.
The universe can continue.