rm | sundries

The headache and associated issues (it was like this combo migraine, sinus and tension headache) have finally gone. Nothing north of my shoulders hurts, and that's glorious.

Just about everything south of my shoulders hurts though -- a combination of lots of walking, sunburn and other activities. That's pretty damn okay too.

Today we are going to the beach. Yesterday we rowboated in Central Park, strolled, had good dinner, came home with the plan of going 'round the corner to see fireworks and then discovered, WHOOPS, they moved to the other river. So Patty encouraged me to go out, was quite sure it would be fine and the crowds wouldn't overwhelm us and was right. We had an amazing view, lying on a lawn at night, and I always forget how damn martial fireworks are. They get me in a place, not of patriotism, but of the tenuousness of existence.

Friday we spent first doing an errand to the West Side and having a snack at the cafe on the pier behind Lincoln Center, and then went down to Soho for snacks and shopping of the oddest and broadest variety imaginable.

To continue telling this out of order, last night after the fireworks, we made mayo-free potato salad and miniature gluten-free chocolate-chip muffins for the beach.

I've needed these three days more than I can describe.