Home is where the snow is

Well, just a 10 minute walk to the train station, a 3.5 hour train ride to New Haven, a 40 minute car ride to New Hartford, and a 2.5 hour drive to the Capital District and we’re home at last. And this is what welcomed us home:

It’s gorgeous, but made the roads a little slick for travel. We have to go back out in it to pick up Harvey at the Kennel in a little bit because we didn’t get back in time for the morning pick-up window. *sniff*

I have pics and stories to share from our NYC adventure, but we’re tired and anxious to get our puppy back home with us safe and sound, so more later.

Stay safe, all.

16 thoughts on “Home is where the snow is

  1. That kind of snow scares me. I am expecting none, thankfully. I can do without it quite nicely. Harvey will be happy to see you.

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  2. Pretty …but you can keep it for now. I’m not ready for snow yet.

    And we seem to be two ships passing in the night….I was in NYC last Sunday through Tuesday. And have done one post already. I always have to go to Bergdorf Goodman. The clan took me to Rolf’s and I thought Sassy would LOVE this place, from what you tell me about loving Christmas. We also hit the village and some go-gos one night. I have several posts coming. I was a lovely time…but also glad to be home. Off again tomorrow to Brandywine Valley.

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  3. I am catching up on my blog reading. I just went through all of your posts. The one about being neglectful of reading blogs is exactly me. I enjoy the communal aspect of blogging and I too felt badly that I had not been checking, and then it became overwhelming. Then, I posted yesterday about something that I had been through, and the comments I got from my blogger friends helped me to realize just how much I appreciate everyone and that I had missed talking to them as well. I loved your NYC photos. Glad you had a gay ‘ol time!

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