It’s Sunday. It’s Stream of Consciousness Sunday.
It’s “live” from
! It’s Saturday Night Live! New York
Obviously, it’s not SNL but it is both, Sunday (too early) and time for stream of consciousness writing.
Five minutes. Unedited. Published.
Looking out my window at 6:30 am (way too early), I see the lights of Time Square reflected off the neighboring office building. The lit up billboards are doing their constant blinking thing in the “city that never sleeps”. I’m okay with it because I really don’t sleep either so
and I have always gotten along perfectly. New York
I’m halfway through my trip and I hate thinking that way but it always pops into my mind when I’m halfway to home again. Mixed emotions! I love it here but miss home a little too.
I’ve eaten way too much good food. Thai. ITALIAN (the real good kind!). Pizza (not as good as
) and Sushi. A street vendor's pretzel. Chicagos
I’ve walked about 20 miles in two days taxis take far too long to move through the mess and tangle of cars, trucks, buses and PEOPLE. And the people are everywhere.
The weekend days/nights are a blast, filled with action and the "let’s see where the wind blows " kind of days. We happpily get swept up in all the commotion.
The last two times I’ve visited, the 9/11 Memorial was messy and underconstruction. Today, we have tickets to finally see it. It’s time.
And tomorrow begins the work week. It will be quieter around here. Hopefully.
I will do one of my very favorite things to do by myself in NYC. Something I used to do when I traveled here often and had a break in my day.
I will meander through The Met (Metropolitan Museum of Art) and relax. Sip coffee. Wander slowly. And check out what used to be my favorite exhibit there…Rodin. I’m miss “Eternal Spring”. But tomorrow I shall see it.
All alone. Perfect.
And meet a friend for dinner someplace really yummy!