[This is not -- I repeat NOT -- Late Nite.  Do not panic.  More delicious TRex snark to come... -- CHS] 

Home again, home again.  Whew!!  Back to work in a couple of hours.  If I didn’t love my job, I wouldn’t be very happy about that.

Hello, kitties!  Hello, messes!  Hello, overdue library books!  There was a HUGE storm while I was gone and a beautiful old oak tree got blown down at the end of the street.  There’s twigs and leaves and debris everywhere, even all the way up to the house on my covered porch.  I need to get out there and sweep before I go to work.

But before I go any further, I want to give a huge broad-band shout-out to all my peeps who helped make this episode of My TRexcellent Life ™ possible.  Here.  I brought a list.

First off, all of the people here at FDL for donating.  You guys rock so hard.  You (we) are the best community on the web.  Bar none.  This adventure was something I will cherish for the rest of my life.  Thanks for having faith in me, probably even more than I have in myself.

In CT: All the bloggers and readers I met, which was mind-blowing.  FreakDaddy for dinner.  Desa for miles.  All the Connecticut bloggers, and especially Spazeboy and CT Bob.  Bob Geiger, the fabulous Lindsay Bayerstein, MC Matt Stoller (The Infamous Preppy Enforcer of the Blogger Elite), Matt Browner Hamlin, Tom Tomorrow, and of course, the unstoppable Xtina Siun and Gina Cooper, our all-girl media SWAT team.  And a big thank you to Urban Pirate, who was kind enough to order pizza at 1:30 in the morning to feed all of us in the blog room who were too nervous to eat dinner when we were supposed to.

At the campaign: Of course my darling Julia, Eric Tung (Gemini brother!  Hollaaaaaaaaaa!!), that great bluff Irish long-shoreman Tom Swaaaaaaan!! (Give it up, y’all!!), campaign manager extra-ordinaire.  Matt from New Haven, Lauren, the lovely Rosemary, and the woman with the beautiful blue-green eyes with the two labs and a great Dane.

At the home front: John and Alicia for spoiling my cats rotten while I was gone.  Rot.  Ten.  My brother and Lisa for talking me down off the ledge, oh, twenty times or so.

And of course, Jane, who is my new long-lost best friend, Christy for manning the control tower and Pach.

Right, then. See you at late nite!

Y’all be good! 

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