vip in the city

One need never leave

If it holds true that comedy is tragedy plus time, then I am due for a good laugh sometime soon. In an uncanny bit of timing, my temperamental T40 chose almost the exact day on which its warranty expired to begin the slow, inevitable march to the laptop graveyard. Things were looking rather bleak on the blogging front, but once we returned to domestic soil, I managed to coax just a bit more life from the old machine.

Perhaps it just missed New York City. I understand. And even if I spend the next few nights holed up at home, in that state of woozy wakefulness that comes from crossing 14 time zones, embroiled in the drudgery of data backup… it’s good to be home.

Happy birthday, Jug.