magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Had brunch at The Organic Grill in the East village. 'I've got so many choices. I can't believe I've never been here. Good call,' I said across the table with a thumbs-up gesture. Second week in a row with Ellen as a Sunday brunch companion, making up somewhat for the fact that Chris and I haven't done Saturday brunch in weeks.

As it happened, I didn't think the tofu scramble (nearly a full-on #1 with tofu) was that great. They do make a tofu omelet which might be worth trying though, as well as vegan pancakes, waffles, and crepes. So yeah. One more brunch option. All the better now that I'm not two blocks from Life 983.

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Spent a couple hours in the office. It's quiet on Sunday afternoons. I certainly wouldn't want to always work in an office that quiet, but it's a nice juxtaposition from time to time.

Then my new train, the A, to my new apartment, still unnamed, to spend my first night there.

Phone calls. Voice mail for Marisa (it's her birthday today). Garth, who I hadn't talked to since he moved, so we're both in new places. Stef, for the first time in a few months, awkward as always. Dad (Hanukkah greetings) and Annette (belated birthday greetings). George, who didn't, it seems, run away with the circus.

Reading. Then bed.