jfk

terminal 8 in new york's kennedy airport - when i left it was terminal 8/9 and the skytrain still mentions 8/9, but now i believe it is offically just terminal 8. normally an airport would be the last blip of my affection, but when you've got a 5-hour layover...

back from thailand again and already have the blues. doesn't help being underslept and coming home to nothing more than weeks of un-opened junk mail. the one happy thought i can think of is how long the day actually is - i am 26 hours deep into 11 may already, and still have another 9 to go. of course this is cold comfort for a body that just wants to spend the rest of the day horizontally.

happy mothers' day to all moms out there - need to call mine now, though did send a text earlier.