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Barring national calamity, I'm going to NY mid-October, and then to Massachusetts to see my father and check up on the house there. I have a vaguely ilicit feeling about this trip: yes, I really need to see my father and the house. Yes, it would be good to check in with my editor (and maybe even my agent). These are all worthwhile things and necessary, and yet...

Whee! I'm going home! I'm going to walk on my streets again and see friends and smell NY smells and revel in the compression of humanity that is New York. And I'm not taking the children, or even the spouse, which means I can do whatever I like! Yee haw!

Ahem. I'm all better now. I will regain my usual composure and behave.