It is my last night in New York with dear Bilbo, for now at least . . . perhaps he senses it! I will be back soon . . . I have more reasons to return than ever before. Wow!

My beloved denim jacket smells like a newborn baby and two different cats on account of the really good day I had. I’ll write more about it from my thirteen-hour (it’s gonna be sixteen for sure) train ride to Montreal, which boards in four hours. Ugh!!

Until then: sweet dreams to all my little starchildren out there in Starland . . . ☆彡