The companies that have hijacked my mobile devices are staging an intervention (based on my online reading material about the horrifying events in the news this week) and have decided that what I really need to do for myself is: 1) Go on a “Boo$e Cruze” 2) Buy myself a gift basket of bourbon, beer, and mustard 3) Get myself another credit card 4) Consider a career as a dental technician. I vote all of the above.
Sunday morning. Square sunshine.
The Sunday Morning Moment when you realize that absolutely everything except exercise and outside activity have consumed you (or been consumed).
Upper West Side Hopper-style
When life hands you some bum citrus, you go to the Frick.
In anticipation of my return to work full-time after 6 weeks of gentle healing, I assumed the commuter-position on the bus this morning and was welcomed back with a shove (That teenager definitely needed to get on the bus before me and certainly before the elderly woman standing - precariously- next to me); and later in the ride, with a rhythmic tapping on my head by a woman in headphones who mistook my head for, well, a drum.