OOC:

My wife just had our baby a couple days ago. So I won't jump into trying to do anything just now. Wait 'til the smoke clears.

Moving into a new city is one of life's pleasures. Lily hates it, I know. Well, hate is too strong a word, but it's trying for her. Having to find everything new, set everything up new. But that's exactly what I like, a fresh start. Everything seems just right in the beginning before it evolves to look just the way it did everywhere else you've been.

The new place is very nice. Small of course, no amount of money really gets you big in the city. But it all goes into the details. My office makes me feel like a tycoon or an author from the turn of the 20th century, all dark wood paneling and warm light fixtures on the wall.

With all that settled, unpacked, all the essentials arranged, I gave a call to the hospital today. I never like to rush into work as the plane hits. I want to feel like I live here first. And they can wait. Best to make sure they realize that they don't have some intern here, or a greenhorn desperate to make his place. I told the administrator, Herman or Henry or something like that, what I wanted to see in my office tomorrow. That I would be touring the lab, meeting the people they want to see on my team. That will set them fretting and scurrying. Give them a big smile tomorrow and they'll be relieved.

One thing that's strange here. I can't believe how many more of these Converted there are in New York. Of course there's more people here, but Washington isn't exactly the country. But here, just walking down the street, I see the flicker around their heads, on seemingly any corner I look - flashes of yellow or blue, deep purple. So many of them. Too much of a crowd on the sidewalks to really see what any of them can do. I suppose New York is the hub of everything, why not this.

Lily will be waiting for me. After the house is done, it's always dinner at the best restaurant possible. Her reward for putting up with it all I suppose.