I am so exhausted—th strip home via the Tappanzee Bridge was a nightmare. 287 dumped me onto 202 south and I wish I had stayed on 95 south right through the heart of NYC. Seriously. Never again.
Home now with the fire going and waiting for Phil. He left work at 6 o’clock. WTH? Now we won’t eat until 8. Shoot me!
While I wait for Phil, I am listening to a bag pipe player across the street!! Awesome!
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