My weather report.
Blue skies with fat white clouds moving slowly and working themselves into abstract creations. The temperature is low enough so that I’ve had my window open; the humidity is 33 percent.
I’ve changed into a slightly heavier t-shirt, although not the one proclaiming I didn’t vote for what’s-his-name. Another one, my New York Never Sleeps T.
My cousin Jeremy called and asked me how I was. I told him I was fine. He interpreted my mood as a response to the beginning of football training camp. I said, well, I am enjoying training camp but there’s something else that’s making me happy.
It’s a lovely day in New York City.