Monday, February 16, 2009

In which - sigh - whatever

I'd forgotten how busy New York is.  You leave home in the morning, go to work or run errands or what have you, and you don't get home until everything is done.  In every other city, home can be a pit stop between work and the grocery store and your laundry and your dinner date, but not here.  Either you live too far away from all the things you have to do, or you have to walk too many stairs to get to your front door and want to keep those trips to a minimum.  By the time you get home, you are too exhausted to come up with anything to blog about.

You see where I am going with this.

I do have stuff I want to talk about, such as:

A) The things I miss about LA.  They are few, but they do exist.

B) The fact that I have been in town a week and I am now a Vidal Sassoon model.

C) Really swollen feet.

I am too tired to write about these things right now.

I will tell you that I got quite the welcome at work.  I got Welcome Home signs and cookies and cupcakes and cakes in animal shapes.  I got hugs and welcome backs and a crapload of work.  I've been out for dinner or drinks virtually every night this week, mostly with work friends.  I had brunch (brunch!) today with a friend I haven't seen in months.  My life has completely changed.  I love it.


3 comments:

  1. Vidal Sassoon model?? You do NOT get a pass on this one. Spill it, you fabulous, exhausted, animal-shape cake eating brunch-star!

    Love, Gooey

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  2. yes, I agree with Gooey - spill it chickie! Tired schmired! You are a tough New Yorker again! Glad you are so happy :)
    Sandy

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  3. Ah, but you will have to wait for that story. At least a day or two. And if you hassle me about it I will send you an autographed photo of my cankles.

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