Happy 4th to all the Yanks, as some would say.
We're still in the hotel. It's hot and muggy, and the streets of Manhattan are about as empty as they can get for Manhattan.
I love it here in the summer.
The cats are now playing with each other. Doing the cat chase thing. They've switched food bowls. Not sure what that means but they seem to be happy with it.
The mistress of the house? Not as much. They're keeping her up in the middle of the night. Then feigning innocence.
Hotel living is weird. Nice weird though. I really like the UWS neighborhood we're in. And there are sales on.
And Knitty City is steps away.
Knitting Camp is next week. I leave Monday for Chicago to visit old buds from high school and college first. Then Wisconsin.
I. Am. Counting. Down. The. Minutes.
I should feel guilty ditching my family.
But I don't.
I should feel guilty that I don't feel guilty.
But I don't.
I miss Chicago in the summer. I miss my old friends. I adore my new friends. But I still miss my old friends.
First event? Reunion Monday night with my 3 best friends from GRAMMAR SCHOOL. We've known each other since first grade. And haven't seen each other in the flesh in decades.
You get the picture.
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