12.1.02 – NYC, Hawthorn, NY, New London, CT

and we’re back, folks. feels like we hardly missed a beat. roadside motel, take out chinese for dinner, 7am call for a show tomorrow.

air travel is funny. there’s this distorted sense of distance. i’m on the west coast, and i get on a crowded, claustrophobic little tube full of people, and four hours later it’s the next morning and i’m in new york city. travel this weekend was predictably awful: mechanical delays led to missed flights led to additional connections led to missing luggage that took a side journey to portland without me, but in the end, all of the delayed connections in the world couldn’t have kept me away. the weekend was sleeping in late and going out to breakfast, walks in sunny, lithia park and falling sleep watching movies, tangled up on the sofa like a litter of sleepy kittens. time with andy gives me a reprieve from my type-A need to constantly need to justify (to myself, my own worst critic) my time as well spent: self-improvement thru reading or organized socks or earning money or whatever. i don’t feel like i have to justify what i’ve done with the hours i spend with him. something sets me free to just be.