Just got back from a meeting in Washington. It wasn't a bad trip -- met at LaGuardia with our executive director (my boss) and another director (my colleague). Togther we took the 9 a.m. to D.C., had our meeting, then took the 3 p.m. back to New York.

The trip wasn't bad, though the icy winds of New York gave us a rough approach into LaGuardia. How rough? Enough that our conversation, which had been focused on budget challenges, suddenly switched to the issue of sucession planning.

Needless to say, we landed safely, worked our fingernails out of the armrests, and disembarked for home.

So now I'm home, searching the house for vermouth. You'd think I'd learn to stock up on that stuff. "Stock" up. Get it?