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Tuesday

Today had a distinct Tuesdayness about it. Lots of other people at the office were taking part in an all-day copywriting workshop, which if I can’t remember if I wasn’t invited to or just declined to attend weeks ago and forgot about. Either way, I’m sort of glad I didn’t go. I don’t write a whole lot of copy these days — which, for us, extends mostly to back cover descriptions — and did I mention it was all day long?

I was much happier just working at my desk and enjoying the gorgeous weather on my lunch break. Aside from the humidity, which keeps hovering right around 100%, the weather has been quite pleasant the past few days, Sunday and today especially.

Not much else to report. A decent, if unremarkable Tuesday all around.

Humid spring

I’m not sure about much, but I think I can say with some degree of certainty that today was in fact a Monday.

Neither the best nor worst Monday, even in recent memory. Manhattan seemed especially crowded and muggy today, but that might have been my imagination. Well, the first part. It’s definitely been oddly humid the past couple of days. The sun we had all day yesterday broke into rain at the first sign of evening. I don’t even know what you’d call this weather. Summer’s Worst With a Hint of Evening Chill?

Well, tomorrow’s Tuesday. I’m pretty sure about that.

Wet day

I overslept a little this morning, by about ten minutes, and raced to catch the 7:20 train. I needn’t have bothered. I’ve been taking that train because it has a connection to Hunterspoint Avenue in Queens, which is just two subway stops away from Grand Central — and the subway’s right there, up and then down some stairs — and then that’s only a couple of short blocks away from my office. But this morning, at Jamaica, where the Hunterspoint train connects, they were announcing a thirty-minute delay. So I just stayed on until Penn Station in Manhattan and walked to the office.

I actually tried to take the subway from Penn Station — it’s basically just the reverse of my new evening commute — and I swiped my MetroCard to get through the turnstiles and everything. (After having to back up and wait in line at the machine when I discovered my card was empty.) But the train was so packed I couldn’t get on, and it seemed silly to waste even more time waiting for the next one. It’s a straightforward walk, and it wasn’t raining too badly.

Still, I could have caught the 7:37 train and done about just as well.

Slushy, then sunny, Thursday

I could swear it was still snowing a little this morning, and slushy in the streets on the way to the train station. And the station platform itself was, of course, neither shoveled nor salted. (For all their incessant reminders to “mind the gap,” the Long Island Railroad doesn’t seem to care if you slip and crack your head open before the gap is even in your sight.) But then something happened during the day. I don’t know what they call it in your parts, but around here, I’m pretty sure we call it the sun.

So the snow — what little there was — all but melted, and the weather warmed up considerably. March has that whole “in like a lion, out like a lamb” business going on, but you don’t usually expect to see it over the course of a single day. I woke up this morning to winter, and came back home this evening in spring.

Which is nice, and I hope it continues. I’m taking off tomorrow, not for any particular reason, but just because I thought it might be nice take a long weekend around my birthday. I have a couple of things planned, but none of them much more stressful than sleeping late and maybe doing some reading. You know, real wild and crazy stuff.

Rainy, snowy Wednesday

We didn’t get a lot of snow, neither this morning nor this evening, although as of right now there is a light dusting on the ground and a lot of slush on the driveway. We had thunder and lightning earlier, and little pellets of sleet that covered my car. You know, nice spring weather.

Anyway, not a particularly exciting day. I went over to the new building this morning and got my photo ID car printed. We’ll need them to get in and out of the building, which seems easy enough, but will take some getting used to. We don’t have IDs at our current office, nor really much of any security beyond a pass-coded door, in our current office. Although we do have the Gemological Institute on the second floor, and they have security badges and private guards. And, of course, we also have the ever-present — including all this week — fire alarms. Yesterday, they said it was because they were “doing welding in the boiler room.” but isn’t that exactly what somebody planning a jewel heist at the GIA downstairs would say?

(Did I mention that one of the more exciting things I did while in Boston recently was re-watch Ocean’s 11 on cable?)