an intense few train rides. the last thing you want to do is board a handful of trains to get home after the tragedy in Spain. what else to do but buy your tickets, sit your ass at one of the emergency window seats and pray the ride is quick.

bomb dogs. lots of cops. suspicious looks. eyeing fellow passengers. keeping the cellphone in its pocket. i am a ball of nervous energy. that is, until i step through my apartment door.

security is tight out there.
they're checking bags at the Met...
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so, it's back to work, but with a slightly different perspective.
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ms. kitkat outdid herself with a welcome home gift:
a freaking hairball on my bed.
;-)