I know where I am in New Jersey, but I’m lost in thought. I’m also drowning in work, but I’m having trouble getting to it, probably because I’m lost in Thought. They should get a road map for that sucker or at least put up signs. Reminds me of the day Bob and I had to drive to a hotel in Milwaukee and they were doing a Big Dig and they’d taken down all the road signs, and Bob, stifling his rage, said that Milwaukee was an old Indian word for “Land of No Road Signs.” Maybe you had to be there. But the hotel was fabulous except that Bob got the room with the fireplace and gloated. He gloated when he got the suite in Arizona, too. And people wonder why we’re not still writing together.
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