On Better Days
Today was better. If you’re feeling whiplash, sorry, but that’s kind of the gig.

I felt stronger after what was essentially the same workout as before (the only difference being the instructor), and my legs were structurally sound enough afterwards for me to walk home instead of taking the subway (though I almost regretted it; a few blocks in Hell’s Kitchen smelled truly foul today).
But the mood boost could be so many things: I got to see my aunt yesterday, which is always a delight, I discovered a new kind of apple that I might like almost as much as I like the pink ladies from Rue Cler in Paris (the pink ladies here are inferior to say the least), and I’m sitting in the orchestra (stalls) of a theater about to see My Fair Lady… oh! And its pelting rain outside.
A summer storm.
It’s been too long.
It hasn’t been the most productive day, work-wise, but it has still felt full (of walking, working out, cooking, housekeeping, and now play-going) and I’m thrilled to get to walk home through the streets of a cooler, rained-out New York.
