Yes, I’m back in New York City, finally and believe it or not (and I was starting to have my doubts as the plane approached LaGuardia, seeing as how the wind was up and we got bounced around pretty extensively).
Coming attractions include a quick nap, then The Boy from Oz, then a modest amount of additional sleep, then a wild sprint to a noon deadline for Friday’s Wall Street Journal, and then…I’ll be blogging again, with a vengeance. I can’t believe I missed all the action around here. I mean, Bookslut? Mark Steyn? Instapundit? Come on, now.
In the meantime, my heartfelt thanks to Our Girl in Chicago for keeping the joint jumping while I was out giving speeches and nibbling at my fear-of-flying problem. She isn’t going anywhere, but she does need a rest, so I’ll be doing most of the writing around here for the next few days, starting some time on Thursday.
As for School of Rock, I’ll see it the first free evening I have. I promise!