Lazy Sunday

The curtains in my front windows are pulled back and the blinds are up, and I'm sitting on my sofa with a clear eye-level view of the 1 elevated subway platform across the street. There's a guy facing my building instead of the track, and I think he can see me seeing him. Hi, guy. Turn around.

I wasn't allowed to do anything fun this weekend, but I'm not sure I have the work to show for all my un-fun. My roommate left for a business trip to Vegas, so basically I've spent the weekend laid out on the couch, watching television and pretending to do some work here and there. Oh, I did spend most of Friday night seething at the undergrads and their obnoxious party-goers across the hall, enough to call in a noise complaint to 311 at about 2am. I guess I'm officially an old lady, but I didn't even feel bad about it.

Saturday I needed to get outside, so I went to my favorite place in New York City, hands down:
A walk along the Hudson, down the West Side Highway bike path...

and a return trip through Riverside Park.

First flowers of spring, waiting to bloom!


It's Sunday afternoon and I've already been out twice, once to buy fruit and some salad-makings, and the second time to buy some tortilla chips, cheese and ice cream. Par for the course around here. All day I've been wearing work-out clothes but haven't managed a trip to the gym or a jog in Riverside Park. Indecision, thy name is me! Still, it's not too late to salvage the weekend, or the day, at least. I just need to finish up Ch. 3, clean up Ch. 1 and get serious/actually write Ch. 2. This could all happen at any moment. It can be done! But I've got miles to go, y'all; miles to go.