[left: a view of Cooperstown]
Of the 4 planes I took to Cooperstown and back, all 4 were delayed. Finally got home at 2:30 am or so last night — and cuz my internal clock is tots off, popped up at 9 am.
9 many not seem early to you, but since I usually get up between 11 and 1, I’m now doing double and triple takes at the morning light outside, marvelling at how surreal it looks. Yes, I know sometimes posts go up here around 9 am — That means I wrote them the night before, as my friends who’d call me after reading them, assuming I was up, have found out –
This is all to say that, as usual after travelling, I feel totally overwhelmed by all the e-stuff I’ve gotten behind on — to the point of a blogging block.
So today I’ll mostly work on replying to comments and updating my wistlist, a few posts below. Check it out, and get an answer to that age old question: Do feminists like giving blow jobs?
[edited 6/25/06 due to general pronoun confusion -- and also in case some of my new relatives google me and land on this blog]
2 flight delays and a long car ride later, we’re 
So far, I’ve had lunch at Danny’s Market and coffee at Stagecoach Coffee — which does have some fair trade blends, though, unfortunately, none were brewing when I stopped by yesterday.
Also — we’re staying at a nice local bed and breakfast called Nelson Avenue Pines (pic left). 
Which almost makes up for the fact that — because Budget didn’t have any economy-sized cars despite the fact that I’d reserved one — I’m stuck driving an SUV. AAAHHHH!!!!!
A convo last week about my sister’s upcoming wedding, with my poet friend Amy, starting in medias res:
