from D.C.

Such a hard week. No matter. Need to look forward. Need to board a plane and wake up and think: wow! I am elsewhere. And it is a nice, warm (ish) elsewhere.


Photos and text in the days ahead? You would think so.
Be as patient with me as I am with the Internet providers. We have our weak moments. All of us.

UPDATE:

The night rolls in, the air is balmy, wet. Rain comes in spurts. The head spins from the rapid pace of the week. I sit down (collapse?) in a warm place where the martinis are funky and the food is good...



...and then I retire. No, no functional Internet, but the bed is great, the surroundings are bold, colorful and in the morning, the shower is strong and a leopard bathrobe is hanging, waiting for me.