Into New England

I trekked through Queens with suitcase in tow, on my way to the subway. Eventually, having mapped out my evacuation plan in advance, I got to Port Authority and after dealing with ticketing agents, baggage checking (my bag was overweight by 13lbs, which means it WASN'T overweight for JetBlue, which means the skycap at the airport screwed me over) and whatnot, I got onto my bus and all. The bus driver announced everything he needed to, and then "a little song," of which I remember the first and last lyrics: "We go to our places with clean hands and faces/Learning is better than silver or gold." How sweet. It rained the whole way. At least it wasn't a convertible bus.

Also, of note, I joined NaNoWriMo. I broke down and did it. We'll see what happens, but I'm excited. I've always wanted to write a book that people want to read. Here's my opportunity. 50,000 words in November. I can do it, right? Hoorah. Your ideas, comments, and suggestions are welcome as I have no characters, no plot, no title and no other ideas to guide me to my goal. The next week, I welcome your help.