Toby and I got up at 4:30 this morning so I might drop him off for a 6:45 a.m. flight back to San Francisco. It’s now 8:30 a.m. and I am dead-tired. Already. And the work-day has only just begun.
Overall, it was a great weekend. It was nice to spend some time with Toby – away from home. It was nice driving around our old Brooklyn neighborhood. We stopped by The Garden and purchased 25 dollars worth of homemade perogies. We drove down to 1205 Manhattan Avenue where we once lived in a 3000 square foot loft over-looking the northern view of Manhattan. We visited Kate’s Joint twice and the Ace Bar. It was most wonderful finally meeting Rachel. It was great catching up with Essl again. But the weekend was short, too. It just moved by too quickly. Before I knew it, we were setting a most alarming 4:30 a.m. wake-up call last night at 11.
I haven’t had a lot of time to update as of late. I’ve been sort of neglecting it. My interest is still in there somewhere, I think. But I’m not sure how or when I’ll rediscover it again. I’m going through one of those periods where I think of throwing in the towel and calling it a quits. Then again, I could just be tired – mentally drained. I could just be worn out from being away from home for so long, living out of a suitcase, using my cell phone as an alarm clock. I think I am ready for home.
It’s been a long, long 3 weeks. And looking ahead at two more makes me want to cry a little. Our work better pay off. Kerry better win. (When I read articles like this one I lose a little more faith in humanity. Freedom of press aside, this is blatant abuse.) Who am I kidding, I have no control. But let’s say that I did. I’d like to see advertisers pull-out. Oh, hell, there are so many things wrong this, I don’t even know where to begin.
Sometimes, there is so much going on in real life it’s hard to keep up in writing.