(no subject)
Clouds thick with the promise of rain, wind blowing with an undercurrent of trash, sirens blaring, crowded with lifeforms on a sidewalk too narrow, waiting to return to the city that made me live, leaving the city that made me real. Damn this. Damn it all.
On the flip side, the trip was relatively successful. Spent a fair amount of time talking with my father, saw several musicals, spent time with cousins I haven't seen in nigh two or three years, indulged in dim sum, steak and a daily intake of green, leafy vegetables, cooked for my father and myself without food poisoning resulting, read a good number of new books, and kvetched.
On the flip side, the trip was relatively successful. Spent a fair amount of time talking with my father, saw several musicals, spent time with cousins I haven't seen in nigh two or three years, indulged in dim sum, steak and a daily intake of green, leafy vegetables, cooked for my father and myself without food poisoning resulting, read a good number of new books, and kvetched.