Actually, that ain’t me at all. After the plane landed late and sat on the runway for an hour, I went to the gym, picked up Ricky, did laundry, cleaned, vacuumed, mopped, bathed Ricky and then hit the wall so hard I can’t will myself to conjure up a smarmy finish to this sentence. Ricky, by the way, was so tired from his kennel stay he passed out standing up on the ledge outside our place.
So forgive me as I delay recapping the trip to Wisconsin – which was amazing – one more day. In the meantime, enjoy my new favorite New York Post headline:
