London photos are finally up.

I love this one. And this. And this.

But nothing meant more to me than this.

I don't recommend: Jerry Springer, The Opera. I do recommend: Meeting Kelly's boyfriend Jerry for drinks at a bizarre Turkish restaurant 6,000 miles from home.

We didn't sleep much, but it was worth it.

So I'm flying east tonight to keep my mom company by my grandmother's deathbed. That sounds awfully dramatic, but I'm not sure how else to say it. I'm planning to fly back the morning of Thanksgiving, but I guess you never know.

Is November 2004 over yet?