New York City.

Chilly with a warm, welcoming heart.

It was difficult to bid adieu to France.

I arrived home, unpacked, did washes, grocery shopped, turned on the TV for the first time in three weeks and discovered the same ugly world, war rages, Agent Orange is still running his mouth, Santos is still lying. Instantaneously I was back to reality.

Spent most of last night taking care of a sick doggie letting her outside six times before the sun rose.

The most important thing is she seems better.

Central Park is gorgeous on a crisp winter’s day and seemingly well protected.

Enjoy the weekend.