Plans for today canceled.
Good news is, I realised the air conditioner works. Really, really works.
I've one more night here, then, back to the Bronx...
Good news is, um.... moving on...
Last night's gathering was loud and crowded and I couldn't hear names.
Good news is, I did meet some folk, they were funny... and I had a lovely time.
Our morning stroll was short, the humidity is heavy, and the dogs suffer in the heat, even with summer cuts.
Good news is, we had the park to ourselves, even the tiny park by the entrance to the Holland Tunnel, no honking cars, CrazyGuyWhoPoosInPublic has moved to his summer home in the Hamptons.
I have one more table to sort out, at least two hours of organising.
Good news is, it's by the wonderfully cool air conditioner and I can watch 'Sargent York' while I work.
I've lost yet another earring.
Good news is, I can add it to my collection of one earrings, in case I ever pierce my nose.
I fell asleep on the sofa. With three dogs.
Good news is, it's nice to wake up to smiling faces, even if they are dog faces.
It's quiet, I treated myself to a bagel with lox and cream cheese, and haven't brushed my teeth since eating it.
Sometimes, you live on the edge.