Back from Yankeeland

Isn't he just the handsomest?

After spending almost as much time on a plane stuck on the runway as I did in New York itself, I'm back in blogging form. The Yankee (now a not-really-but-sort-of graduate of some Yankee law school) is now studying for some test that I can't really figure out why they're making him take since he's clearly brilliant. Witness: Things went well, though. When we weren't hiking up little Yankee hills or going to neverending cocktail parties, Angus and I were seeing some interesting Yankee sights. (As an aside, I now find the fact that Fort Worth has no Van Cliburn Lane fairly sickening.) Now, though, I sleep, as I didn't get back home until 3 a.m. *sigh*