wake up too late. shower, pull hair back, throw on polo shirt, rush to catch train.
train delays due to investigation at brooklyn bridge. get to work late. no big thing. hardly anyone else is in yet. no time to grab the bagel and cream cheese i've grown accustomed to. hungry.
work hard all day long. maybe not too hard. stay late marking up retouch photos.
catch the train home. walk three blocks out of the way to try a new fish market before it closes. craving good fish, but not impressed by the market's prepackaged fillets. buy some fresh cod for too much money then pet a sweet yellow lab outside tied to a street sign pole.
two blocks over to the grocery store for some veggies of which i have none, not even the canned kind. cross the street to buy the husband some sinus medicine. guy not only has the hardest most draining assignment of his career this week, but also has an infection to top things off. misery loves more misery. and nyc likes to keep him busy.
home to the apartment, grab the mail, toss the mail, cook some dinner. wrap up some freelance work while waiting for the rice to cook according to the directions on the back of the box.
husbands home, time to eat, some tv and then off to bed. early to bed, early to hit the snooze button.
and we'll start it all over tomorrow....
wait you tossed the mail? didn't you get a funny package from me?
ReplyDeletenyc is so glamorous. at least you're not using 12 gal. of gas every 4 days. of course, i have no idea how i'd run around with 2 kids in tow.
ReplyDeleteSo say we all
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