(Mar 3) Things have somehow gotten really, really broken. And just under the surface, they are boiling.
It looks bad, but there wasn’t any car parts.
The second of my plastic electric kettles died. I love this new glass one.
(Feb 7) Visited my mother for her birthday, since I was sick my whole time there for Thanksgiving.
They are with me now more than ever
Six and a half hours of train travel is about to begin
I wonder how long it would take to fly upstate
Four and a half hours in this seat.
(Jan 24) The white, fluffy, doom approaches. No, it is not Mister Stay-Puft from Ghostbusters. (original filmed down by my office!)
Before:
Winter has thankfully been uneventful, thus far.
There has been no snow this season
My back still hurts from shoveling
(Jan 21) At some point, I don’t remember when, I discarded my bills and other papers relevant to my time in Port Jefferson Village. I have now discarded similar items from my time in Brooklyn. I no longer see my return to NYC as a return much anymore. It will be something new, something different.
I went to LaGuardia Airport and all I got was a photo of this sign
I spent far too much time putting these stickers on bags