Who needs physical well-being.

Poor pooky got his internals scoped out today. Mmmm, flourescing guts. They didn't tell him anything of the results but apparently there were no obvious gushing holes or whatever.

Last night, he kindly brought me a cup of tea shortly before bed...not realizing that Raspberry Quince is in fact a _black_ tea. And, of course, I just drank it because, well, there was a mug of tea in front of me. Whups. So much for sleep.

Another moderately useless day. Must get brain in gear. It's hard when facing the giant mildewing wet blanket that is Focal.

On the bright side, we are not going down to the shore til Saturday, so I can take as much time as I need picking up my stuff from the Asylum truck on Friday.

Got lots of productive scheduling done with Beth last night. Now we just have to sort out the holidays...*shudder* (We have a notion about inviting all the parents up for Thanksgiving dinner, thus punching everyone's family clock all at once. My suggested addendum: and then we announce the whole relationship thing, har har!)

I want my bike, but more specifically, somewhere safe to ride it. Want playa!

This morning's realization: I have been bitchy where I should not, and then made excuses to myself for it (there was _some_ justification, but not enough to excuse my behavior). I am resolved to make my apologies (Friday, because these things should be done in person).

Pit.

It's gone back to being hot and sticky. Bletch.

After dinner[1], Brian and I walked down from the Village to the gaping hole. It's the first time I'd been down there since, well, a year ago, when there were still bits of building standing up (and lots of playa dust over everything--no, really, the playa is gypsum which is what's used to make sheet rock etc. which is what a lot of the dust was).

Big big hole. Only it's like one of those mind-tricking pictures--it looks way too immense when you compare it to the skyscrapers around it, but then you look down and it looks way too small to contain subways and a shopping mall and a parking garage (until everything went *foom* and there were diagrams of the complex on every news source, I'd never known there _was_ a parking garage).

We tried to walk around to the Winter Garden (which reopened Tuesday) but it seemed to be closed for the night. The little park alongside 1 Liberty Plaza also seems to be completely fenced off--I wonder why? Surely they've cleaned all the crud up by now.

There's still a gash on one floor of the West St. CO. I could say something snarky, but will refrain.

[1] Vittorio's on Bleecker St. a bit west of Seventh. Brian's gnocchi and our fresh mozzarella appetizer was excellent; my risotto wasn't bad but, as seems to be unfortunately common, as soon as saffron gets involved they lay it on with a trowel. Sigh. Subtlety is important, people!