On the Hudson

I've been at my aunt's house on the Hudson River for the last four days. I needed to take a breather after quitting my job at Houlihan's and enduring a rough week in relationship-land. Her house is magnificent, with windows overlooking the river and the rainbow of fall foliage. We saw a bald eagle, a wolf, and some salamanders. Hey roadtrippers, can I post pictures on this thing without having a paid account? If so, I'll have to do that when I get home. New England in the fall is just amazing. Not that I regret moving to LA in 3 weeks. Fall is gorgeous when the leaves change, but when they fall and everything dies, so does the appeal for me. I don't like the eerieness and the sadness and the bitterness that permeates this area in the winter. I'll take constant sunshine anyday.

I started reading "The Unbearable Lightness of Being." This is the perfect setting for this kind of book. And I'm loving it. Okay, time for dinner. And then baseball. Go Phillies.