Last Christmas, etc.
First there was snow and then sleet and then my Monday flight was cancelled. Instead of killing anybody or firing off useless angry tweets at a bunch of beleaguered United Airlines social media lackeys, I admitted defeat and flew back at 5:15 a.m. on New Year's Eve. I spent the night with SarahB and Roxie Z, drinking biers and eating pancakes before we ran the midnight 4-miler in Central Park with fireworks to light our way. Thus absolutely 00% of my alone time happened this week, which as it turns out was not so bad! As it turns out there are worse things in the world than being sandwiched close between people you love! As it turns out, this means you are very lucky.