Good morning Sunshine!

Well, it's Sunday morning, and I'm back in Chicago. Sunshine is pouring into our condo, and NPR is telling me all about things "on the media". I'm so so so happy. My niece Isabelle, when she was 3, would spin in a circle with her head held back and proclaim "Happy happy happy happy"--that's how I feel today. And oh my god, it just smells so good here. And everyone is really normal-looking.

I've been home since Tuesday--and it's wonderful to be back. I've gone to a midnight movie of the new Indiana Jones (a fun romp! Nothing more), had brunch, had lots of Medittarenean food, I've roasted a chicken (herbs de provence and garlic rubbed under the skin, salt and pepper to taste), I've sat out on the deck at Lis and Jarrad's (miller lites and white wine from the kosher winery in Napa--yum), I've walked through Andersonville (bought some cheese from a new fancy foods place), I pumped up my tires (in my bike) and rode to Lincoln Square to meet Amy for Potbelly's (skinny turkey on wheat with provolone and mushrooms, no hot stuff, no mayo) and I've walked down to Boystown with Dori and had drinks at an Irish Pub.

In other words, all is right in the world.

And, last night, sweet lovely Homer who is staying in my room found a different place to crash so that I could sleep in my own bed. My own, wonderful, cushy, big, roomy, sweet bed. I rubbed my face in the pillows and turned and thrashed in my big purple comforter. Sweetness!

I laid on the bed just staring at the view into the hall and out the window onto Winnemac. I love my room, and my condo. I just love being back.

Today, Andy's hosting a big gay brunch for all the leather daddies in town for IML, and then I'm going to do Yoga with Lis and then write with Amy. IML, by the way, is "International Male Leather", and I've heard quite a few stories about it this weekend. Apparently, it's not for the faint of heart---with rows and rows of booths with gay dude stuff---dildoes shaped from molds of porn stars, lots of leather accroutment, and I think, eventually, a beauty contest but for Mr. Leather instead of Miss America. I'm not planning to attend, but I hope to see Andy's pics.

So, I'm going to go put on my pleather bag and join in on the brunch for a bit and then leave the boys to be boys.


I love Chicago!