I’m posting from a very nice Washington hotel room (you’re paying for it, so the least you can do is enjoy it vicariously) after a wild do-this-do-that-no-this morning, followed by a hair-raising cab ride to Penn Station and a tranquil train ride to our nation’s capital. I chewed up NEA-related paperwork all the way from New York to Philadelphia, then took a lovely nap. I’m meeting a friend for dinner shortly, after which I’ll return to the hotel and try to knock out a few more pages of Hotter Than That: A Life of Louis Armstrong. The festivities start tomorrow.
For the moment, I’m listening to Pee Wee Russell on my iBook and marveling yet again at the joys of technology. All I had to do to connect to the blogosphere was stick a plug into the side of my computer and click a few keys, and there…I…was! I don’t normally take my computer on trips like this (to do so makes it too tempting to work when I need to be unwinding), but since I had to make an exception, I figured I’d say hello.
Now it’s time for dinner. I might blog tomorrow, and I might not. OGIC might or might not do the same. There’s just no telling what we’ll do!
Later.