Bad Blogger.

Oh, I've been bad at blogging.

I have been a slave to the stationery work world (not to be confused with the stationary work world.) Things here have been fairly normal and quite warm, which is fantastic.

The clerk at the food store talked to me in Polish for about three minutes while she rang up my food. When I didn't answer she said "You don't speak Polish, do you?" No, I told her and shook my head. She laughed and said, "This whole time I thought you did... you look so Polish!"

Greenpoint, I have arrived.