in my cd player... Al Green "Let's Stay Together"   on the page... Donna Tartt The Secret History   into... Where the Wild Things Are; Harlem breakfast; ironic jealousy; 1425.7 miles; 24 hours, 3 minutes; even more diet coke; his one solid bruise joke; watermelon; the perfect tone of voice   catching up... Laine suggested we catch up this uneventful holiday weekend by telephone. And I suggested that I drive up to Manhattan from the Orioles game on Saturday for dinner and leave after one of our lingering Sunday brunches. Catching up is so much more fun in a funky New York neighborhood with facial expressions and shared silent bits, too.   special gifts... The fact that I know the perfect person to call tomorrow when I'm trying to decipher the TicketMaster seating chart for Camden Yards brings such an enormous smile to my face.   pacific blue... I'm in love with the blue blue blue bubble bath in the shapely glass bottle that Erika bought for me in London. Seaweed and lemon and something else strange that makes for a surprising heavenly scent. Mercí Ms. Erika!