(I took this picture from my plane with my eyes closed. No need to remind myself that I was 39,000 miles up in the air.)
Thanks so much for your prayers and good thoughts! I’m home and that means I actually got on a plane twice. TW-ICE.
Thanks to my guest posters, too, who I’ll index for you in the next few days, so you can go back and read the goodness.
But meanwhile, here’s a few pics. A full trip report is on its way! Right after I sober up!
This is my bro, Marky, and his spectacular girlfriend, Jill, on my first night in New York. We went to a tapas place in Brooklyn Heights.
This is me and Kizzie at the aforementioned tapas place. Kizzie is cool. I like her. I have no idea why I look demented.
This is Jill, me, and my best friend from Chicago, Lis, in Times Square. Jill took us all around New York for days. Lis and I could barely walk after the first hour. Lis even put socks on with her flats. And she never does that. I wore brown, more comfortable flats with my decidedly predominantly black outfit. And I never do that. So. I’m just saying: Jill is not only cool. She has bionic feet.