Today it is 60 degrees out. Unseasonably warm. It feels completely STRANGE. Nobody can believe it. People are wearing shorts. It is January.<\/p>\n
So I woke up today. At 7:45 a.m., which, to me, is like sleeping until 1 in the afternoon. I felt like a decadent lazy sultan or something.<\/p>\n
I’m still sick, so I got up to just take a nice mild walk through the morning.<\/p>\n
Put the hair in the ponytail, put on the sneaks, the jeans, the sunglasses, put the kleenex in the pocket, and emerged into the misty glimmering morning. New York City looked like a mirage across the water.<\/p>\n
I meandered along. Nobody was up except for me, of course. I walked by the reservoir. I listened to birds chirping. Occasionally, I blew my nose. I enjoyed myself.<\/p>\n
2 women approached me on the sidewalk. They were probably in their late 20s. The morning was so quiet, and still, that their conversation, while occurring at a normal decibel, seemed rather loud.<\/p>\n
And as they passed me by, I heard one girl say this<\/i> to the other girl, obviously in the middle of telling a story:<\/p>\n
“So I said to her, ‘Thanks very much, I’m really flattered, but I like cock.’ ”<\/p>\n
8 a.m. January 1. 2005. Happy new year.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Today it is 60 degrees out. Unseasonably warm. It feels completely STRANGE. Nobody can believe it. People are wearing shorts. It is January. So I woke up today. At 7:45 a.m., which, to me, is like sleeping until 1 in … Continue reading