Off to the Adirondacks

Yes, after eating buffalo-pheasant-green-chile stew in Chicago, and egg salad sandwiches in Baltimore, I am allowed one fallow day in New York to contemplate the immensities of my apartment, and my carpet's filth. Why vacuum? Ignore! And off early in the morning, too early, to Penn Station (we used to enter like gods, now like rats), and up the Hudson to Albany to dazzle public radio listeners in the capital district.