Good Monday morning. It's been a few days since I've written. I was in meetings all day for a couple days, and my brain hurt. Listening is not nearly as easy as talking and those meetings required me to be a listener.
On Saturday morning I woke up dreaming about dogs. A few hours later my little buddy Simon showed up. I'm crazy about that dog. I wish he could talk to me.
In other news...my theory that September is the best time in New York holds true. It is so beautiful now. Cool. Breezy. Radiant.