All Us Genus
Today I trundled and turned and hurtled upward up the upstate hills. And down. Off of 81 I couldn’t tell if the road was white from snow or salt, or if the black patches where all good, or icy. Since I am tapping out this text you can all rest all assured that everything went basically ok.
The last three or four or five days were spent in the city, meeting my parents and sister, who all flew over to visit from england (I think I prefer small letters for proper nouns — at least for countries). I was also interlacing this time with the usual G (proper nouns get a capital letter if a capital letter is all they are) visitation. We got tonnes of stuff done: sightseeing, eating, show-going, chatting, coming up with names for spaniels — all in such a short time. It’s so sad to say goodbye, and so weird waving my family off from 42nd street. I wish they could have stayed longer, and that G wasn’t so stressed out with her impending almost-final review. It was very fun though.
But after all of that planning and arranging and synchronizing I think I will appreciate the dull predictability of work tomorrow.
Well, for an hour or so.
