Home, With Cookies

[Simos and Lena’s wedding cookies, September 2008.]

I’m home. That whooooooosh you might have heard was my sigh of relief at surviving hours on the runway at JFK (and at the Rochester International Airport, where I had the joy of boarding, then waiting, then deplaning, then waiting some more, and then finally reboarding whilst fretting I’d miss my connection. I did make it, but you gotta love air travel, right?!), and a long flight across the country culminating in a quick unpacking of the mountain of laundry I must tackle tonight.

But best things best: I’m home. I had a fantastic time in Maine and an equally fantastic few days in upstate New York. There was: lots of eating; coffee; dodging the rain drops; many late nights (and perhaps also falling asleep in front of a movie just once); watching Michael Phelps on SNL; crying on arrival and departure; lots of omg, I miss you sooooo much!; endless hugs; several crammed-in car rides with some of my very best friends; delicious cookies; dressing up; watching, but not participating in, Greek dancing; retsina; wedding-talk, trying on bling (thanks, baby!); staying at a nice hotel (ahem); feeling, as I always do, that Rochester is such a funky, neat city that somehow seems like home in a way (this holds true in summer, spring, or winter — and I’ve been there in deepest, coldest January) — and so much more. Did I mention the cookies?

The thing is, though: I’m wiped. I’m wading through emails and remembering how to do my day job. I want to tell all, but as it’s Monday and I’ve just barely wiped the sleep from my eyes I’m going to leave you only with this photo of a few of the homemade — there were piles and piles of them — amazingly delicious Greek cookies from Saturday night’s wedding celebration. Pretty soon I’ll sit down with a big cup of blue bottle and get down to it — promise.

But — and I’m sorry; how selfish of me! — how are you?