Live From New York

I got home from Houston last night around nine-thirty, and didn't get through packing for our northern winter getaway until nearly two in the morning. I was so, so tired. I hardly know what I packed. No one in this family should be surprised if they wind up at our destination without pants. Like the man sang, Mama tried.

Catch up with Day One of Notes on Ice over here. *

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*Some 'splaining: This is a sponsored trip, and Blogher, who made it possible, and to whose advertising network I belong, is fastidious about separating sponsored content from their advertising, so the details of our excursion get blogged about on a separate site that does not run their network advertising. It's a bit like my kid who doesn't like his food touching. I'm very happy to accommodate them both.