Just got in after spending a few days in the big, big city. The experience was typical: I tried to time the limo to leave me a safe cushion but we hardly made it a block down Seventh Avenue before were stuck in a snarled Times Square traffic and some nasty cross-town congestion. I began to fear that I'd left too little time. But once we got through the tunnel and into Queens it was smooth sailing to LGA. Got through the TSA disrobe/dress insanity, made it to my gate at around 7:00, and the monitor showed my 7:45 flight as "On Time."

Yeah, right.

The hardware didn't even arrive until 8:00 and we didn't get loaded, belted, and off the ground until about an hour after that. Screw you, American Airlines.

Anyway, I stayed at Guido and Kay's the last couple of nights and it was much fun. We even consult with Frylock last night so we could send Guido to work today with interesting stories to tell co-worker. After talking to Frylock, Guido and I had a very exciting time: we sat up drinking port wine and watching Nova. Black holes: pockets of infinite mass dimpling space-time. I wanted to send the bastard into a black hole this morning when he busted into the bathroom to pour a bucket of ice on me in the shower. Puckered my nebulae like I really didn't need. "You dick!" I screamed and caught sight of Kay in the other room, fixing her hair, shaking her head, perhaps wondering if we were all back in college. Kay and I rode the train together this morning, searching the New York Post for outrageous headlines.

I miss the Post.

Next week, I get back to a more reasonable commute -- journeying each morning from the bed in the next room to the desk in this room. The way it ought to be.