The doorbell rang this morning at 6:50 a.m. It was a delivery - The Boy's duffle bag. I am very happy to report that the luggage was preceded by about 15 hours by The Boy himself, who finally returned home yesterday afternoon.
He seems great - tired of course, but full of enthusiasm about his travels, appreciation for his own room, and gusto for home-cooked meals. OK - I'll admit it - I am so glad to have him home that I broke into three spontaneous "happy dances" (don't ask) over the course of yesterday.
In other news, I got a call yesterday from the NY Times out of the blue asking me to do some arts coverage for them. I don't want to get too distracted from the book, but then again, when the NYT comes calling, it's hard to say no. So I said yes and now have 3 short assignments. I am also behind on some publicity stuff for the Food Bank. And then there's Chapter 3. Yikes....gotta go.