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Right this moment? 119 W. 23rd St., New York, NY.

spent the whole day at home, sick, on the couch... the construction crew outside hit the water main and I was without water for more than 1/2 the day.. after a nice LONG steamy shower, I am finally feeling a bit better, and will never take running water for granted ever again..!

At my folks' house in rural Mississippi; amd very happy to see them and my sister, her husband and my nieces and nephew during these holiday days, but am really looking forward to getting back to my own lovely apartment and to hang out with my friends.

Am glad to have missed the strike, but honestly, the shared experience of those kinds of crises, although they can be HUGELY annoying, is something that I'm not entirely comfortable seeing on the news without being there. It's like ... that's MY little crisis that's been happening without me.

Please. You don't have to tell me, I know. That's just sooooooo weird of me.

Curtis --- I totally understand what you are talking about. Out here on the left coast, everyone *still* has their earthquake story to tell... where you were, what you were doing, if anything happened to your house. People who were out of town or didn't live here at the time just can't join that conversation. It's all about deeply loving the place where you live, quirks and all. If you can consider an earthquake a quirk...!

aquarabbit -
Exactly! It is JUST like that, except not quite as huge as an earthquake.

Curtis:

I second that (slightly odd) emotion. Glad to be out of it, but oddly sad not to have been part of the lore of the event.

ps: Tried to vote "far far away" but couldn't.
Although not quite sure "Christams trip" counts *entirely* as "vacation".

My motto on Xmas trips: "It must be a vacation, as I'm vacant."

Reporting from a hotel room in Rochester, NY, prior to an exciting round of Face the In-Laws. Let's just say that I'm not feeling inclined to romanticize life in small, remote cities. There are isolated pockets of ethnic restaurants, used book stores, and other solaces of civilized living... but they mostly closed at 4.