I'm on hiatus from New York for a few weeks, at the least, a month at the most.
Everything here is done, I've only to lug out the rubbish, take my shower and hail the gypsy cab (booya, anon).
I'm following another blog, reading about someone dealing with an ill father, which brings back the times sitting with my dad... I know his pain. Having met, it's harder than a simple read of an unknown. I'll keep an eye there, to see how it goes, and prayers will be said.
I keep an eye on my void, and wonder how long just now is... and sometimes, I wonder if I'm more comfortable with things the way they are... if the void opens, I face failure. I'm not too sure I can deal with that. I failed once, simply struck dumb, and now, I sit outside a locked door, waiting.
WeatherGuy is camping for a week, a last minute hurried phone call our only conversation. There will be more, a simple hiatus, he reminded me.
Friends here, one sending me furiously typed emails I'm responding to as I type this, most of them making me laugh.
I've a wedding to attend, no dress purchased yet, a new member of the family I'll be holding soon... my Investment will be there, the Slumlord and MissH.
Good times ahead.
See you soon, New York. Make sure you move as fast as you can while I'm gone. If you didn't, I'd worry.