Sleeping, unpacking, sleeping, catching up on the email and the TONS of real mail. It's Xmas catalog-and-donation-request season already, have you noticed? River's still where I left it, running south this morning -- the Hudson's tidal, so it reverses it flow twice a day, almost as far north as Albany -- though the wind's a little colder than when I left. The flowers on the abelia in the park down there are still holding on, surprising me. I sat drinking my tea this morning -- Lipton's, from the deli, didn't have it in me to make it myself (got in last night) -- and thought about how weird it was to be sitting in the chilly wind by the Hudson scratching a mosquito bite I got yesterday walking by a swamp in Houston.