Two days in list form:

Wednesday:

1. Woke up.

2. Cleaned house (swiffered dog hairs off floor.)

3. Played music on piano and sang.

4. Went to movies alone (saw Once. Highly recommended.) Left theatre with a sad, euphoric sense.

5. Met Husband at Bryant Park. (Bad idea. "Fashion Week" is happening in Bryant Park and thusly this section of Manhattan is crowed with tons of tall, anorexic women and boys is skinny pants.)

6. Scowl at anorexic women (and yearn for days past when these thighs could actually wear size 2. )

7. Send Husband off to class and buy super-cute grass green jacket for half-price at Macy's. (Only after dodging mass of people crowed on main level of Macy's for a Celebrity Engagment featuring vocalist Fergie. Ferie, by the by, looked suspiciously like a porn star.)

8. Some how end up at home, tired and falling asleep ont he couch as usual.

Thursday:

1. Got up.

2. Played with doggy in park.

3. Practiced cello.

4. Got pissed off at cello and played piano instead.

5. Met cousin Mica and Friend (in town for 4 hours before heading to JFK) and noshed at the Veselka.

6. Took the boys to the best book store ever, The Strand.

7. Sat in Union Square people and squirrel watching.

8. Crack-head girl wearing a TuPac tshirt asks Mica for a cigarette. He makes her tell him what her favorite TuPac song is first. She is deemed legit, and given a cigarette.

9. Send the guests on their way to JFK via A train.

10. Cello lesson.

11. Present moment.