Saw some hip-hop. And danced with the opening DJ. It was silly.
Ran eight miles to Union Square. Wanted to keep going but became ravenous, so ran to the farmer’s market to eat free samples.
Sat in a coffee shop with this one and wrote and wrote and wrote. And filled up on simple deliciousness.
Stayed as hydrated as possible, and saw an old, lovely friend visiting from Maine!
Drove with Al to Redhook to go grocery shopping. Said hi to Lady Liberty (squint) and a crab shack.
I also did my taxes. And by “did my taxes,” I mean I dropped them off at my brother’s, who gets to deal with multiple W-2’s and multiple addresses. Thanks, Jim! The refund is pending, but whatever I get back is going straight to
my savings account a plane ticket. After dropping them off, I was craving some sweet potatoes, beets, and chickpeas blended with cherries, so thank goodness I found this gem. It even came with 91 corn kernels. It’s my lucky night!