Heading Back to NYC

My idyll is nearly over. I return to NYC this afternoon where I will try to find a parking spot. Yes, I worry about parking even when it's 100 miles and hours away.

I did a lot of proofreading this morning. I'll be sending five sample stories to the agent. Some I haven't read in many years. They're funny, and needed little correction, although I sent them to my husband whose cruel eye will uncover my mistakes.

Keith is almost finished. I'm reading about the tensions with Mick. It's starting to sound like a broken record.

There's not much to bring back. Turbo, my laptop and clean laundry. I bought veal cutlets to make for dinner. In NYC, I can't afford them.