I'm home. New York was ... well, I barely saw it. Work, work, work. Then cab, plane, car. Then zzzzzzzz...! I was half a block from Bryant Park and the Fashion Week hub-bub. That was semi-interesting.

Got home at 1:30am last night. The flight was fine. Got upgraded for once. Watched two movies and a TV show, then ate two Double Doubles at In-N-Out when I landed. And I realized as I was finally falling asleep in my own bed that I'm home for less than 48 hours. This is my life.

It's the sixth anniversary of my first date with Corinne. We're meeting (arriving separately) at the Orbit Room, the same place we met at six years ago, and then having dinner at the same sushi boat restaurant. And just like our first date, I'll be sleeping alone. (She's working a night shift.) Maybe at least I'll get to kiss her this time.