I’m in Philly for breakfast with Melissa and Howard, ready to take off for Boston.
Am looking forward to my first home-cooked meal in a month, a simple roast chicken and a plate of al dente Linguini Marinara will do.
Today is Thursday, September 27, 2018
This is my 170th consecutive daily posting.
Time is 5.190am and the weather in Boston is 67* and cloudy.
Expecting to be home at about 7.00pm tonight.
The car has one more start to make: one more since, if it starts, I will not turn it off even during my multitudinous rest stops, until it’s parked safely in my own space in Boston.
Whence I can get it repaired.
Last night Kat and I had dinner with Howard and Melissa at Buddakan.
What a terrific place.
Stylish, well-served, and delicious at every course.
The malfunctioning car has swooped down and devoured some of my time, adding an unwanted air of the unwanted dramatic.
I hope you can forgive this weak little blog as I straggle and stumble home.
Let’s look at two pieces of art that I visited when I was in Chicago, two or three or four weeks ago.
I’ll close quickly here and start on tomorrow’s blog with the remaining two hours before my hosts are up and about.
Love you all.
Wish my car well.
Be in Boston tonight.