A Week is Not Enough

Overheard at the bar: "I'll have a vanilla Black Russian, not too sweet." Poor bear, she must've been diabetic.

It's all gone by too fast. I can't believe we have to go back to the real world tomorrow.

I guess there's consolation in that we're back in September and my trip across the pond was confirmed. So it's back in NY for a couple days, and then Monday night I fly to London for three days.

Jolly good.