by about three minutes. thank goodness for private planes and our pilot, Cam. the customs man was tolerable, and i was back at East 67th Street in no time at all. Renovations have been complete, so far, but i was so exhausted by the flight i went straight to my room to begin picking out what to where this week. i dare not look about now as my housekeeper, Lily 1 (not to be confused with my cook, Lily 3-don't even ask about Lily 2!) and Stevens, the butler, hate people walking around the house after 10 o'clock at night, waking them up.
oh well, the shows start at 9, though i must say i am not familiar with, nor can i pronounce the names of, most of the designers until Nicole Miller's show Saturday evening (when i will be at dinner). there is still a lot to do, however, so i need to go to sleep.
night, night, ducky's.