The voices in my head don't think they're imaginary - February 23rd, 2008

... from a wild, lovely, dramatic winter storm in New York City to a crisp, lucent spring day here in Oregon. Who ordered in such gorgeous weather? Whoever it was, I thank you. It's a perfect homecoming.

New York was wonderful, as always. Every time I go there, I leave more convinced that I just have to surrender to my personal destiny and move there. It's not just a tagline ... I really *do* heart New York. It's my drug of choice; manic energy floats around like atmospheric cocaine. It's heady, disorienting, enthralling. It would either burn me into a cinder blown down one of the long avenues, or inure me utterly against stress and result in my perfect enlightenment. Really, I'm fascinated to attempt the experiment someday.

But that day is not today. Today I'm off to spend the day with the daughter. We're going to see the Spiderwick Chronicles and get pedicures. And lunch. Yes, we must lunch.