I am tired. My flight left L.A. at 10:00 pm, and landed at JFK in N.Y. at 6:00 local time. That makes it 3:00 a.m. on my body clock. I got a cab home, only to find myself locked out. Damn the wimmin I live with. If both locks are are taken care of, there is no need to use the bolt, especially since there is no key for it.

This is my pet peeve. I don't like feeling accountable for my comings and goings, we are all adults and cohabitation should not include any sort of monitoring or responsibility for each other.

I had to wake Dina up so she could let me in, and believe me it is not fun to stand outside in 15 degree weather in a grey hooded sweatshirt knocking on your friends window so she will wake up and let you into your own house.

Shower, change, subway, work. Notice there is no mention of sleep. I am one of those people who need to shut down every night, and I am not functioning properly right now. That is, I am sitting at my desk, upright, but my thought process is none too logical, and scrap any notion of productivity for today.

New York is a frigid awakening at 27 faranheit, after a week of 60+ balminess. I'll be okay. It's good to be home.