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Finney didn’t eat well this morning, plus he seems to be hanging around the water bowl, which is never a good sign. I have to get him to the vet. Plus, my doctor didn’t call me back yesterday and I still have to double-check this weird vision thing, although I’m not overly concerned about that. I’m sure it was an ophthalmic migraine.

And I have to get to the gym, I haven’t been since Saturday, I have to work on my book edits, answer my email, call the dentist about mailing a check, track down my UPS package, practice my choir pieces. In other words, I’m feeling very stressed out. Mostly by concern for Finney. If the cats aren’t alright, life is not alright.

This morning I had this bizarre visual distortion in both my eyes, it was so scary.  I struggled to describe it to my doctor, who I called at whenever it happened, 6:30 or 7 this morning.  It was this weird, geometric, zig-zag, prismy effect, very art deco looking.  I told him it was like the Chrysler Building, in a semi-circle, blocking out anything in my field of vision behind it.

Nothing I googled sounded like it, but had I googled “zig-zag” I might have come up with what he thinks it is: an ophthalmic migraine.

Everything I’ve read makes me think he’s right.  It totally sounds like this.  I’m waiting for him to call again when he gets to the office, and he’s going to have me see someone just to make sure.  But I feel less panicked now.

I had planned to post this picture that I took when we were walking down the stairs off the subway yesterday.  Interesting coincidence because the angles are reminiscent of what I saw this morning.

I went to the Bronx Zoo with Marisa today.  I took tons of pictures, both in the Zoo and then around the Bronx when we went to eat later. I wanted to start with these guys though, because they gave me such sweet looks.  Actually, the one on the left looks disapproving and the one on the right looks sad.  This is the danger of the zoo.  It makes me sad.  But they were definitely watching me the whole time I stood there.  Hey little guys.  I would have taken you home if I could.

The place we wanted to eat was closed in-between lunch and dinner alas.  But I took a couple of shots of food stacks.  The Italian section of the Bronx feels more authentically Italian than Little Italy.  It feels trapped in time, but in a good way.

But back to the Zoo, where the younger gorillas stole my heart.  I have a movie I’ll upload tomorrow, to prove that I looked at other animals, but I spent the most time here.  I would have babies if I knew they’d look like these.  And I was younger.  Look at them though.  Who can resist them??

I’m working on what I’m told is my absolute final chance for any edits, changes or corrections to my book.

I could tinker with this thing for ever.

I keep finding places where I worry, did I accurately represent what happened?  Or this person?

Worse are the spots where I worry, did I write that or am I quoting someone and forgot to put in the quotation marks??

Then there are the parts where I think, good God you suck as a writer.  And soon the whole world will know.  (Hahaha. Like the whole world will read my book.) Can I fix that?  Or do I suck too much to be able to fix that?

Anyway, I just now realized I’m hungry. So, I’m stopping to eat and maybe I should stop for the day. 

What’s on TV? Anything good?  Saturday night is not famously a good TV night.  It would be if I was running the TV world.

I don’t remember which block this is exactly, somewhere downtown, around Wall Street, in the financial district, in the cavernous area I love so much.  It has the best back-in-time feel down there.  I could live there.

I only shot sporadically yesterday, and a lot of my shots just weren’t all that great. What are you going to do?  Here they are, for better or worse.  This is a beam from one of the towers that they had down at Battery Park, where people could line up to sign it.

Outside St. Paul’s and in front of the site was a long line of conspiracy theorists.  Over on Broadway, an all day long shouting match took place between the craziest of them and family members of the people who were killed that day.  Apparently one of the theories is that 9/11 never happened.  That can’t be right though.  I mean, the towers are gone.  The hole in the ground is still there, right there.  I’m not sure if that’s a rumor going around to make these people seem even crazier or if some of them really believe that.

The following is a few shots from the lunch Barbara and I organized for the volunteers.  I didn’t get any great shots.  Whenever I’m in host mode I’m very distracted and oddly distant.  I have to oversee and don’t focus in very well.  Like, I noticed my friend Cori has a great new haircut (I was jealous!) and I think I forgot to mention it.  I thought it, but didn’t say it outloud.  Plus, I didn’t get a good picture of her and Jim!  (Overcome with envy, proabably.) So please forgive me everyone who I didn’t get a decent picture of.

And finally, even though it didn’t come out, I woke up during the night, looked out my window and saw the Tower of Lights and photographed it, even though I was half asleep.