Paul and I just spent four delightful days in the city of New York.
We saw friends and family, and old professors, and I even unexpectedly
ran into an old friend from Indiana. We over-ate and over-spent, and in
between I stole a few hours here and there to write a little--oh and I
found a yoga place to go!
And now it's midnight on Sunday, and
it's all over. I have profound Sunday night blues--not least because the
alarm on my phone is set for 3:45 AM, because our plane leaves at 6:15
AM. The entire quality of going to sleep is different when there is the
spectre of an alarm at the other end of it. But also because we live
in a world of good-byes and long-distance friendships.
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