magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Part of Garth's trip involved helping someone move to Philadelphia today. He was supposed to be back in New York this evening. When I called him at 3.30 they were just heading out and I suspected there was little chance he'd be back in New York before it was too late for me to go out, seeing as how I've got to be at work tomorrow.

I made a few phone calls. Watched some British TV shows, the new Doctor Who, and Hustle, both pretty good. Listened to NPR online.

Somehow I didn't manage to get out of the house. By the time I realized that the National Weather Service hadn't updated the current reported temperature since early morning and that it was actually in the mid 70s and not 49°, the inertia of a lack of momentum had gotten the better of me. I did open my windows, to the sounds of kids, ice cream trucks, arguments in Spanish, and the practising of a local opera singer (a baritone, I think).

Washed dishes. Hung my bike and my big Ikea leaves. Made a curry for dinner. Fell asleep for half an hour at about 10pm. Then got back up to wash some clothes in the sink (I need to make a trip to the laundromat one of these days), and take a call from Garth who was just arriving back in the city at quarter after 11.