Oh, yeah, this might qualify as slightly important.

Flying back to New York tomorrow (Olympic flight 411, for what it's worth).

Sunday, rest.

Monday, to the Manhattan jury office to somehow deal with my jury duty call (which comes up August 11, when I will be seven time zones away again).

Tuesday, the dentist. (Hey, it took me twelve years, but I finally found a dentist I trust. I'm phobic about dentists who seem to like to schedule unnecessary tooth extractions.)

Wednesday afternoon, Yankee Stadium. My last chance to see a game in the House that Ruth Built.

And Thursday afternoon, hop a plane back to Athens.

Signing off

Time to pack the laptop into the carry-on and wander out to the train station to head to the airport.

(The line to the airport was supposed to be closed this summer to build three new stations along the route, but the company that was supposed to do the construction apparently went bankrupt.)

Next update from the city so neurotic they had to name it twice.

Until then ... be excellent to one another.

Home again, for a different value of "home"

Back in New York, at the parents' place. Flight was uneventful, a little less enjoyable than times past (I think Olympic may have a narrower seat separation in tourist class, plus the Airbus A340 is a larger plane than the 767's Continental uses for the New York to Athens run, so larger crowds. Customs control was a logjam at Kennedy Airport. But I finally got home.

Spent the late afternoon and early evening fixing my mom's new laptop - getting it set up, getting everything transferred over from the old laptop, et cetera. Seems to be working fine, and she's very happy with it.

Nine PM New York time, which means 4am Athens time, and since I started the journey, I only got about two hours' fitful sleep on the plane.

Goodnight, all.