Never, ever, ever give up...
In a feeble attempt to document the real life happenings of my all too little life in New York, I have added another three days to the journal...April 22, 23, and 24.
More is coming soon and eventually, I will get caught up. In the meantime, I've been flourishing in all that New York has to offer.
I've rescued a mouse no bigger than half my thumb, I've attended elite cocktail parties with New York's top socialites, I've plummeted twenty stories in a 6-person elevator slightly overpacked with 19 people. (We were stuck fifteen feet below the hotel lobby for almost half an hour until my shoe saved us.)
In two weeks, I'll be flying to Nice, France (pronounced "neese") and will visit Monaco, St. Tropez (pronounced San Tropay), Provence, and Cannes, (a truly baffling word to Americans, it's pronounced "Kahnnn," almost rhymes with "man," or "yawn" or "lawn" depending on who's saying it, but in general it is somewhere between "can," as in canned tomatoes and "Ken" as in Barbie's cohort with an extra long "N" sound as an aftertaste. Never pronounce the "S" at the end as the French are the masters of throwing extra letters into words yet leave them unused like too many articles of clothing brought on a vacation which remain in the suitcase).
Lastly, AxL actually runs down the street each morning faster than Smarty Jones which to my sheer disbelief makes me think he's going to be around a long time. Acupuncture is truly the lost fountain of youth.