Normally I’d be getting jazzed to leave work in about ninety minutes, for the horrors glories of the Mets at Citi Field.  Instead, I’m prepping for a trip out to LaGuardia with my mother-in-law, to pick up The Wife and, more likely than not, go see Julie And Julia at the movies.

First off, it’s a testament to this blog’s readership that my desire to keep my change of plans a surprise isn’t hurt by open discussion of same.

Second, my mother-in-law’s a wonderful woman.  Lots of fun.  I’m being serious; I lucked out there.

Third, it’s been a long week.  Julie And Julia could be Jules et Jim or Freddy Vs. Jason; as soon as my butt hits a seat not surrounded by screaming fans and the piercing, wretched sound of Alex Anthony (I apologize: I just can’t stand his voice), I’m falling asleep.

I may try and get there tomorrow; else I’ll be there Tuesday afternoon and evening.  In the meantime, I’m making like a tree and getting out of here.  Hasta Sunday or Monday.

Until then, enjoy, and let’s go Mets!