first class

I secretly never wanted the twelve hour flight to end.

puff

My lightweight down jacket from Uniqlo arrived just in the nick of time.

fixit

I fixed the flash for my underwater camera housing all by myself, with a toothbrush and some vinegar. And some advice from an engineer.

that moment

When you turn your out of office auto responder on and tell your phone to stop syncing with the work server.

dibs

After getting through this day, I decided that I get to sit closer to the space heater than Henry does for the evening, which makes up for the fact that we're actually getting temperatures down in the 30's at night this week.

rough day

It was a rough day, so it's probably important to note that there were some highlights: toffee chocolate chip cookies, a friend meeting Henry for the first time and saying he might be "too cute," Henry humping another office dog with complete abandon, eating leftovers from my mom for dinner.

socialites

This was a more active weekend than usual, which isn't hard, given my tendencies towards weekend sloth. Tons of errands yesterday, then a coworker's housewarming, then a couple people came by the house afterwards to hang out and have some wine.  Brunch with friends from out of town today. Not as restful as the usual routine, but lots of fun.

so special

I feel so special. I got a preview copy of Daniel Suarez's next book in the mail, it's coming out in February! Hoping to bring him back to Google to give another talk, he's a really good guy who writes bestselling techno thrillers.

like butter

Boiled artichoke, melted butter. Yum.

once a year

Thanksgiving means my brother-in-law's prime rib and my sister's bourbon sweet potato souffle. So good, even reheated.

aroo

Every evening around 6, a bunch of neighborhood dogs have an all-out howl-fest for about one minute, and then they stop.

greetings

It's pretty much impossible to go a week without meeting another neighbor or getting invited to dinner or drinks at someone's house. Today it was our neighbors across the street, an older gay couple who also offered to bring in our mail during vacation. Is this what it was like in the 1950s, but with updated political views?