I have the day off. Thus far, it's been spent drinking coffee, being berated by my new Robot Dentist for grinding my teeth (thanks, Chief, no one's ever told me that before at EVERY dentist appointment I've had since I was twelve), listening to the Hold Steady on repeat, and eating bon bons. I could get used to this life.
Tomorrow, Chicago, barring any insanity in the skies or whathaveyou. Relieved to hear the few people I know in the London area are okay, except that they have no idea how they're going to get home to the suburbs after work. If the choices are being stuck at work and being in a bus/subway disaster, we'll take you stuck at work, thanks.
Okay, now because I'm a spoiled American, I'm going to get a pedicure. I have a 3:00 haircut in Dupont, too. I assume I'll be driving rather then metroing.
Cheers, mates. Have a bomb-less weekend here in the nation's capital.