Happy, happy, happy. I’m drinking my coffee, about to write. I’m just luxuriating in the fact that I don’t have to rush off anywhere. It’s such a great feeling that I never truly appreciated. When this Census job is over I will never take my life for granted again. (That’s if I’m lucky enough to go back to it, I should say.)
I took this picture walking home the other day. In NYC people are frequently waiting on lines for something, for parties, free stuff, to audition for a part in a movie or tv show. My curiosity used to be so great I had to ask people what they were waiting in line for. Now I only do it if the line is spectacular, and I’m on the same side of the street.