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Jan. 29th, 2002 11:07 pmAh, ATL, my own bed, and the long laundry list of things home.
Boston was cold, then warm, the 60 degrees contrasting with the frozen lakes and piles of dirty snow shoved to the side by plows of a climate just slightly out of phase.
I came back on an earlier flight and immediately headed to my favorite bar for a martini as only Sunshine can make them; full of Russian vodka goodness with a bare hint of vermouth.
Sleep tonight; work will land on me with both feet tomorrow. But, for the next 8 or 9 hours...it will be slumber and home.
Boston was cold, then warm, the 60 degrees contrasting with the frozen lakes and piles of dirty snow shoved to the side by plows of a climate just slightly out of phase.
I came back on an earlier flight and immediately headed to my favorite bar for a martini as only Sunshine can make them; full of Russian vodka goodness with a bare hint of vermouth.
Sleep tonight; work will land on me with both feet tomorrow. But, for the next 8 or 9 hours...it will be slumber and home.
