June 21, 2008 § Leave a comment
I am home and almost comically hungover. The day outside is perfect in every respect save for my condition, which has provided me with a convenient excuse to spend it quietly puttering.
\Put”ter\, v. To act inefficiently and idly. Indeed.
Were I less befogged than I am, I’d have something interesting to say about my time in New York and, perhaps, the weeks that preceded it. Instead, I’ll thank Mare and Alison for very kindly giving me a lift to New Jersey, and for being excellent company along the way.
Oh, and pictures are here.