Sorry I've been posting so infrequently lately.

I've been so busy at work, barely keeping my head above water.

Seriously, the more senior you get in a law firm, the more you're responsible for!

This is what I've been feeling like.

I'll be back soon, I promise!

Tonight I had one of those, "Wow, I'm so glad I moved to New York" moments.

I was listening to the NY State gubernatorial debate tonight on the radio. I was stuck at work late, so the radio was my only option while working.

Seriously, it was friggin' hilarious. And this was just with the audio portion, no visual.

My favorite candidates were Eliot Spitzer's former madam, and the guy from the "The Rent is Too Damn High Party" Seriously. Actual candidate.

Here's his website. He even wrote a catchy jingle. Be forewarned - it sticks in your head.

Oh, the frustration of the crappy answering machine!

One night last week I got home from work and checked our machine, and I heard the following message:

Clearly this was a wrong number, as neither the Husband nor I are Jewish or have ancestors from Russia.

But I've been losing sleep, thinking that Liz thinks this family isn't interested in talking to her!

Since I have no number to call, I can't call her back and tell her she got the wrong number.

I'm just hoping that after she didn't hear back, she called Judy and Judy set her straight.

That must have happened, right? I have to tell myself that everything is ok, and Liz got a hold of this family eventually, and everything is fine.

Working in midtown Manhattan, I often see celebrities in the street while walking to the office in the morning.

This morning I almost ran smack into Morgan Freeman.

He was taking photos with some of his fans in the street.

Unlike some famous people, who give off a chilly aura when you see them in real life, he was relaxed and gracious and friendly. He was shaking everyone's hand, signing autographs and smiling.

One woman walking by shouted, "We love you! You're one of the greatest actors of all time!"

"Thank you!" he responded, waving at her with a smile before jumping into his limo.

I wanted to yell my feelings, too - something along the lines of, "I've loved you since I was a kid, Morgan Freeman! You were instrumental in the formative years of my childhood! You were awesome in The Electric Company! My favorite song was the one you sang about the Hole in the Bottom of the Sea!"

But then I lost my nerve. I wasn't sure if he'd be insulted, given the extraordinary trajectory his career took after that point.

It would be like someone saying to me, "I've admired you for a long time, THB. I was always impressed at how fast you ran in dodgeball and Red Rover when we were in fourth grade."

Then again, I wouldn't have minded that. I was a pretty good dodgeball player. And nobody could break through my grip of steel in Red Rover.