At ze airport

Surprise, surprise. My flight from Denver has been delayed. This affords me a few minutes of high-speed (if expensive) Internet time. Also, lots of good peoplewatching. And BAD peoplewatching. Since when is it a good idea for men to travel in tank tops? And cut-off jeans? Not a good look. And I know that this borders on neurosis for me, but it really skeeves me to see so many people in flip-flops.

The time with my father & stepmother was fine. They always have lots of juicy gossip about their clients, mostly people I’ve never met. Like the son of the telecom mogul who is probably gay but who nevertheless dated a very well-known professional/Olympic ice skater. Or the nouveau riche wife of an investment banker who has a hair stylist on retainer: 10 hours a week of work, 48 weeks a year, $60,000 salary.

For an Italian, my father sure does drive freaking slow.

It has been insanely hot here. Plus my knees ache all the time. So no running since Friday. Yikes.

I’m ready to get back to my own bed, my own turf, even just after a short weekend with the folks. I’m also a bit stressed about planning for the move. I need a moving planner. Meh.

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