We are home at last, with feet that tell tales and piles of laundry that are making their way through the washer and dryer.

I've uploaded and geotagged our photos, which led to our realization that we walked far, far more than we gave ourselves credit for. (Though now I'm wondering what kind of equipment it takes to auto-geotag a photo on a Nikon D80...)

There are quite a few photos: everything from urban blight to cathedral glory, but only a couple of us. There's the tea shop in Greenwich Village and the site of our magnificent birthday dinner.

We are tired, footsore, and glad to be home.
The cats are considering forgiving us.
Meanwhile, NYC carries on, and other tourists take other photos.

Hope you guys got a kick out of the twitterposts. Jeff can attest to my penchant for whipping out my cell phone during any quiet or memorable moment, my thumbs tapping out quick comments before slapping the phone shut and rejoining real life. I was amused to read through them later, after coming home, remembering how each message was a carefully-chosen condensation of What Was Unusual At That Moment.

Jeff is ready to be home for a while. Me, I'm starting to turn my mind toward Seattle. I'll ring in 2008 in Pacific time, and I'm starting to wonder what kind of mischief I could manage in that time zone.