I flew back from New York last night, just in time to work my butt off today before boarding a flight to Boston tomorrow. On several occasions I turned out the GPS unit and waited, and waited, staring with one of my best friends, I-Fang at the double blink of the light that told us the device was not registering our coordinates. I'm guessing the tall buildings were getting in the way. I even perched my GPS unit at the window of my 41st story hotel room that overlooked the Hudson (being a road warrior with hotel loyalty has its benefits), yet I was never able to get a signal. I'll upload pictures later after my jaunt to Boston. Times Square is pretty well known, even without the cool GPS feature.

While I was burning through cell phone minutes in New York talking with clients, I welcomed my mom's call, especially when she told me the fabulous news. My dad's labs were in after three rounds of chemotherapy, and his tumor markers have shrunk significantly. He'll have a fourth round of chemo the day before Thanksgiving. We are cautiously optimistic... ick, that's a phrase from work, a reminder to end this much-needed diversion.