Seriously, what is wrong with me?  Between work and life, writing has been in the background…or at least at the bottom of the list.

Yet, here I am, still in NY and still muddling along. 

Today, I was out in Long Island, and my taxi driver, John, told me how he thinks Long Island is the greatest place on earth.  I have to disagree with him.  While he loves the surf, the beaches, and the people, I can only find the misery of schlepping out to a whacky place where taxis must be shared, public transportation is nonexistent, and I swear there must be something wrong with the drinking water.  I could only smile and nod to John as he regaled me with how fabulous Long Island is… not.

And, as to other happenings in NY.  Recently, I was on the bus and overheard a young man talking to his friend on his cell phone.  He was explaining that he was finishing up his bachelor degree in nursing, and he was considering pursuing his masters… but, “It’s so competitious…”  To which I say, maybe an English class would be a good idea?

Seriously?  Come on! 

It’s a short post and not too exciting, but I’m back.

As ever,

K. Quinn