More details later.
My cat died while I was in New York last week.
I miss her so much I don't really feel like talking about anything right now.
Not even the ridiculous people who hang out in front of the Sex and the City house.
Or the best and the worst of the bathrooms in New York.
Or the lovely afternoon I spent with my friend Ephi, who I have not seen in 10 years.
Or the wonderful Venezuelan restaurant where my friend Edie and I ate.
Or our weird little hotel at which nothing worked right.
Or the train. The train there and back again.
Maybe later.