West Lebanon

I write from the lobby of a large, charming, funky and nice lodge in West Lebanon, NH. Three hours on the red eye for my past day's sleep has me so far not too much worse for wear. Calls home tell me K hasn't gone off the deep end flying solo with the children - there's still time.

Tonight's lovely welcome dinner in Woodstock (just back over into Vermont) was a perfect mix of catching up with old friends and getting to know new family. Good wine and absolutely great food. (Vermont is a bit like Petaluma and Sonoma in that it seems to have the same enlightened rural vibe as well as a foodie streak. Artisanal foods abound.)

It is POURING outside.