And I needed that. 68 degrees. Brilliant sunshine. Trees in a haze of tiny green buds. Lunch with Nichole in Bryant Park (and hundreds of other New Yorkers and tourists, apparently) and coffee with Anna. Not a lick of work except a phone call and a few emails. Coming home and hanging out on the stoop with neighbors instead of sticking my head in a laptop for the rest of the afternoon.
A day off.
Clearing my head. My head sure needs it. It’s been full of crap.