6/12/2014

Here is how my day went:  I am eating a celebratory ice cream cone.  I’ll spin the yarn later, there’s a lot to say, really, about dashing across Broadway in pursuit of a rogue HDMI cable and accidental smoke signals to Helen and the feeling of being in front of 60 people stringing reasonably-articulate sentences together, of trying a potential Sean on for size in the realest way yet, I can’t wait to tell you all about it.  But I am afraid this ice cream cone and I have urgent business to attend to, so I’ll have to get back to you tomorrow.