Ok. We’re off, in about an hour. We’ll be gone from tomorrow, the 11th, through the 17th, next Wednesday. We’ll presumably be entirely without email the next three days, but Sunday through Tuesday we’ll be in NYC and one imagines we can find access to the net there somewhere, so if you simply can’t stand being without me another moment, you can always send email.
In the meantime… there is no meantime. Man, I’m tired.
You are in the air right now, flying . . . flying past NYC, past Laura’s wedding, into Boston?
I will save you! I will show up in a small but comfy black car with treats to make you relax.
Then I too, must continue preparing for Laura’s wedding.
See ya in a few hours!
Russ-O!