This morning I got up at 5 AM to drive one of my dearest friends to the airport. We're both terrible at goodbyes, I think. When I said, "Travel safe and email when you get a chance" what I meant was "I love you and I'll miss you". When I told Gary to "have a safe and easy trip", what I really meant was "Take good care of my friend Meryl or I will dig a hole to China and then hit you with the shovel." But in a nice way, because I know that he will.

Now I'm at work, and feeling oversugared and undercaffeinated. And maybe a little hung over from the rum and gingerale that I drank last night while watching the "Hebrew Hammer".