Yup, living another chapter in Meg Ryan-ville. M. met me at Penn Station. Looking through the crowd, I spotted him pretty quickly and easily. There’s something kind of cool in the cliche scene of arriving at a big, crowded transportation depot and seeing a familiar smile greeting you.

We’re watching TV in a hotel room on Ninth Avenue. Pretty cool.

Soon as I snap out of Meg Ryan zombie, I’ll think of something funny or clever to write. For now, all I got is treacle.