And I'm Back...

... well, that wa too short a visit, but it was a visit.  Saw some friends. Walked around my city.  Saw the trees in Central Park like a big, glorious crazy quilt.  Ate omighod such food (the roast beef and Yorkshire pudding was grand, but the banafee tart was spectacular, and the pernil and rice was just warming and yummy).

Sherlock Holmes had The Woman.  I have The City.  It's not everyone's city, but it is mine, and the air is simply brighter and sharper and clearer there than anywhere else.

Already I need t go back.  Still, I came home to a tidy house, the garbage taken out to the street, and The Kid off somewhere doing I-have-a-three-day-weekend things.  Ain't so bad.