I don’t know where this past week went, but it’s really tough to believe that it’s gone. I expected it drag, what with having to go back to work after a two-week absence — during which I got to sleep late, set my own schedule, and watch movies every day — but surprisingly it didn’t. But the month is still young, and I guess there’s always next week for that, right?
Not much to report today beyond a quiet Friday at the office and gray, snowy weather in Manhattan. I started reading Don DeLillo’s Falling Man today, having finished Gene Wolfe’s An Evil Guest yesterday evening. (More on that later.) But right now, I’m just watching some more of that Monty Python documentary — and being reminded that Life of Brian is a truly phenomenal movie — with maybe an episode of The Big Bang Theory or The Mighty Boosh to follow. Then maybe a little light (and a little blind) capping at HCC, followed by sleep.
We had Chinese food for dinner tonight, and my fortune read, “You will travel far and wide, both business and pleasure.”
Well maybe. But not tonight.
I hope you did not accidentally expose skin to the famed scorching grounds of New York.
What, are you mad, woman?!
The grounds produce enough heat and light, it’s said, to read by from as far away as New Jersey.