March 16, 2015


From a weekend that felt like spring. That took me from Lincoln Center down to East Village. That saw me watch the rain from behind the window at Cafe Grumpy, with a Times article about perfume (the place itself was cozy and the coffee itself was good.) That witnessed me buy a little gift and a teeny tiny plant for my room. Where I read interviews in two books I had long waited for and listened to the Goldberg Variations. Where I bought a face wash with sea minerals (really liking it so far.) Where I decided that I would add seeing Carnegie Hall to my bucket list. It was refreshing. I'm grateful for weekends like this.

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