And that, right there, is the one and only time I will ever refer to my hometown, Pittsburgh, as "the 'Burgh." The alliteration was too good to pass up this time.
It's green and cool here, despite actually being a few degrees warmer than Maryland. It was so nice that I went out for a quick walk before the sun went down, taking in the trees, the hills, the shadows, the stone houses, the houses with basements - all those things that you can't find in my area of Chestertown. We also ordered delivery sushi tonight for dinner. Trust me, you don't miss it until it's gone.
I inevitably suffer from insomnia when I head back to my roots, so I've arrived prepared with the Paul Barber book and William Gibson's Neuromancer. Ever since Edith Wharton (cat) started following WIlliam Gibson on Twitter, it only seemed right that we finish his book. I'll read it aloud to Edith when I get back.
Right now, we're taking in something else that they don't have in Maryland - hockey.
KAB
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