Empty nest

Well, I apologize for leaving you hanging about what happened to me after New York. I did indeed make it home to Seattle--my flight even got in an hour early! Now, for my first post since getting home, I was going to write a very poignant examination of life on tour and what goes into it. But then, something of great urgency came up:

My neighbors.

Yes, that's right. Just before leaving New York, I got a text from my husband saying: "There's activity at the KGB house." I would have alerted you ...