On the road again ... da da de de da da de la da de dum.
Early this morning we left Andy looking for people with whom to run in the rain. Speaking of runners, we rode down on the elevator with two tall men dressed in running clothes and garbage bags. Oh, that crazy Canadian style!
There was an inexplicable backlog at the border, inexplicable until we later learned there had been an attempted bombing at Times Square yesterday.
One charity mah jong game and one author signing later, we're deflated. There's no more gas in this Buick. (Actually, we made it up and back down in our Prius on less than $40 worth of gas! And don't cry for Canada, we left lots of loonies and toonies up there!)
We enjoyed spending time with Andy (who is one of the two sweetest guys on the face of the earth, ever). Tom misses Andy and is sad now.
Anywho, back to the not-at-all-missed bedroom refurbishing...
Sabbatical Practical Projects Running Count: Suspension of belief.
Number of tired little monkeys: 2.
