It’s 2018 and I am here to share every silly little thing.
As I write this, I am sitting in my parents living room and we are all drinking multiple cups of coffee. Each one of us is sick with something or other, so we celebrated in last night. Games were played, shrimp cocktail was devoured, and lots of progress was made on a GOT puzzle.
I return home tomorrow after a 16-day NYC sabbatical and as always, I am not sure how I feel about it. My time here has been rejuvenating, and I know as soon as I step off the Amtrak train in Penn Station, I will get sucked into the energy vortex that is NYC. The same vortex that prevents New Yorkers from allowing passengers to exit a subway train before they try and board the train, and the very thing that makes Times Square the worst place to be in NYC, and perhaps the entire world.
So, before I get too cranky about it, as it is a holiday, after all, I will go back to my coffee and New Year’s Pretzel.
Happy New Year to all, and looking forward to sweating the small stuff with you for the next 364 days.
Today was the second day in a row that the MTA decided to make my morning a living hell.
Today I was lucky enough to see one of my best friends from high school. The last time I saw her was March of 2004 and of course, a great deal has happened in the past 14 years.
St. Patrick’s Day in NYC.
Today was the first day this week that daylight savings time threw me off my normal routine .
I managed an event that happened this evening and I felt (as per usual) that I could have communicated better or at least set expectations for my speakers a bit better.
We are still dealing with the aftermath of our apartment flooding last week. The linen closet has yet to be be painted so everything that was inside the closet is hanging out on the dining room table.
I saw this melon slicer in the window of a discount store on 46 Street in Manhattan.
Andy has been working near By The Way Bakery for the past few days and it’s one of my favorite spots for treats in NYC. Normally I try to stick to a modified Whole30 lifestyle, but I decided I wanted a treat this weekend so I asked him to pick me something up. I armed him with a list of my top 5 choices.
I went to Kohl’s yesterday and the mannequins were having a hard time keeping their underwear up.
Perhaps Idris Elba stopped by.