Thursday aft, and after a week of budget finalization frenzy, some sort of torpor is settling over the office. Or at least over me. I got a surprise workplace visit from my ex at around noon and after a lunch of “you pick it we toss it” salad and seltzer, I’m girding my loins for a hectic weekend. But right now, there’s the lull betwixt the buffeting. I’ve actually made it to the gym three times in the past week, and have proudly gone in, pedaled the stationary bike for seven minutes and left. We’re starting slow you see, working up. The weather in NYC has been vile – rain all day, and then enough chill in the evenings and mornings to discourage anything but sitting in bed, under covers. I owe my Mother a phone call. I’m lucky enough to have one still around to call, but really I’m not feeling like it.
All in all this is feeling pre-spring, like I’m still stuck in the doorway of what the new year could be, and yet it’s mid-April.
Oh and since I never got around to mentioning it in detail, I did get laid at Smokeout.