Too tired to write, after a day in the city with Sis [our dear cousins Linda and Judi had to cancel, because Linda's daughter Lori wasn't feeling well], getting jostled in those thick, thick crowds with every tourist in America, and a night up on Highland Avenue in Montclair, in a pretty stone house overlooking the glittering NYC skyline. My friend Susan hosts a Christmas cocktail party at her home every year, and now I've Caberneted, cookied, cheesed and chatted too much to muster up the energy to write.
Head must meet pillow.
More to come.
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