Finally got back from TNEO on Saturday after a three hour, get on the plane, get off the plane, get back on the plane again delay. Thunderstorms over Newark. Thanks.

So, after a long, exhausting, unairconditioned week of critiquing, all I wanted to do on Sunday was lie in bed and read the final Harry Potter book, but Wednesday will by my Great Aunt Angie's 100th birthday, and so me and my sister and my niece and nephew went to visit her at the nursing home where she lives.

I blogged about this a few months back: the great Angie nursing home search. The whole thing was really depressing at the time, but we did eventually find a great place for her on the upper east side. Even so, I felt awful about it, especially when it came time to leave her there. However, after all these weeks, Angie's doing really well, and she seems pretty happy--they take her to mass every Sunday, and there's lots of pictures of the pope and nuns roam free about the place, and for a little, old Italian lady, that's like paradise.

And now it's Monday and I'm back at work.

Crap!