First thing this morning, as soon as I arrived in Manhattan, I took the subway uptown to the Waldorf Astoria to help out for a few hours at a psychoanalytic conference we attend every year. And that’s about as exciting as my day got — though it was a nice way to break up the usual pace of things.
Tomorrow’s Friday, and then the start of a nice three-day weekend. I know I’m looking forward to it!
How many monocles did you see?
Nary a one, which was profoundly disappointing.
That is profoundly disappointing. I would have thought the Waldorf Astoria would be the last natural stomping grounds for the monocled masses.
I may have only myself to blame, of course, for visiting yesterday and not in the 1920s.
Silly Fred. You could have made a killing on the stock market if you had.