I am back from a hilarious weekend in Manhattan, squired by Johnny P. from my undergrad days and Miss Shannon from my MFA program and the only way I would have had a better time is if Monstro had been with us. We stayed at the MIllenium (not a typo) Hilton; Shannon and I were in a comped (!) junior suite that looked directly down into the pit of Ground Zero. Had sixteen-dollar cosmos at Tavern on the Green, ate French food, Spanish food, and saw Spamalot. All fantastic.

But now I'm back and the boy is having a procedure tomorrow to unblock his clogged-since-birth tear duct. Prayers greatly appreciated. Thanks! I probably won't post much the next few days, understandably.