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days til return to Bologna: 30

Dogsitting in Connecticut. Which means I'm missing a New York weekend, but it also means I'm resting and getting fresh air and exercise and not spending money.

This morning I slept in and descended the stairs to find Buster and Jack waiting for me, tails shyly wagging and heads bowed in their, "don't be too mad at us" pose.

"Why do you dogs have such minty breath this morning?"

In the kitchen I found shredded paper towels, coffee grounds and butter wrappers strewn on the floor... and sample packages of Halls cough drops carefully opened. My mentholated puppies skulked nearby. Bad dogs.

...is anybody out there?

inspired by my dear friend N, I'm back to blogging.

I've returned for a while to the right side of the Atlantic (in which sense???). Currently in an undisclosed location guarded by a ferocious Labrador retriever and beagle duo.

I miss Bologna terribly. My friends and family here are fantastic, but I'm already ready to go back. I don't want to work for the university; I don't want to deal with New York. I don't want to live a 45 minute subway-ride from everywhere, or sit next to someone who smells like an outhouse, or pay $5 for a capuccino.

so there NYC. you're not so great.