OK all the days — I live in New York City, damn it!
This post is
sponsored not sponsored by Con Edison, who sends me $60+ bills for my tiny apartment when I never turn on the heat and am away on business, like, 25% of the month.
“Delivery charges.” Con is right.
I went to California again. For work (again). First I caught Linsanity in Sacramento.
My luggage avoided joining this art installation by baggage claim. That’s a relief!
After some biz-ness, I drove to San Francisco perhaps the only U.S. city more expensive than NYC.
The hills freak me out to some extent. This one is steeper than the picture indicates. Trust me, ok?