I can just see her blating on a Saxophone in a cold cave. YAWP!
Tired, but glad to be home.
I’m sitting in Terminal 3 in NYC’s JFK airport, waiting to get on a plane back to Cleveland. It’s really, really good to be back on American soil. I liked Buenos Aires–and a quick jump into summer felt great–but I’m glad to be going home.
Milestones!
I just left two awake kids in the same room. And they both went right to sleep. This is the second time this has happened. I think I’m entering a new phase of freedom!