home and dry.
here i am.
sorry for any hijacking fears i inadvertantly caused for some of you, but the truth is that i am having internet connection issues (computer-booting issues at that) at that new house. so. i've been offline (and believe me, it's been painful) for over two days now, and after developing the shakes and trying to get an internet connection from the television, bedroom windows---anything with the semblance of a screen--susan has offered up her computer right now. *whew* i was worried i wouldn't make it.
today is sunny and warmish, which is good, as i am experiencing the one-nostriled breathing indicative of a coming cold. lots of tea. lemon. orange juice. echinacea. aspirin. and sleep. i will be fine.
i received my first international call this morning from sparrow. she was also my wakeup call. (yawn.)
new york was fantastic and relaxing, aside from my brief, unintentional, unguided cr-v tour of spanish harlem and the bronx, all by myself (i was never supposed to go into the city.) follow signs to the lincoln tunnel, vicky's sister lisa told me over and over. and i did follow them, and then i passed them. and then i crossed the george washington bridge. and then i was lost. oy.
and then i was found. and there was much merriment in weehawken, nj that night.
and then vicky sang photographs all night, and i had a fully-clothed bathtub phone conversation with brian.
i spent a night with megan in medford, nj, where my car is now living. we reminisced about high school, and i dreamed of all the people i would have liked to have forgotten about. even in my dreams, i was still unpopular. and they still had bad hair.
well, my nose is runny and my tummy, empty, so i shall sign off for now.
write soon.
i'll be here.
pee ess: the words are coming. the reading is here. spent a quiet day with the poems of alice walker and rilke's letters. perfect.
[vic: send a photograph of you.]
