Off tomorrow avec bebes for NCTE in NYC. Fortunately, said bebes are spending the weekend at Grandma and Grandpa's, while I bustle about the city gleefully free from small creatures climbing all over me. If I'm lucky, I will get to see Fuse and Alison, too.
But -- poop on a stick! -- the labor movement has decided that I will not get to see The Little Mermaid on Broadway (or, as she is known in my house, "Ariel the Little Mermaid," with nary a pronoun to be found). At least Mary Poppins is still on the docket.
Prayers, karma, and other good feelings for two uneventful ferry rides with the little monsters would be appreciated. (At least the beagle is staying home this time.)