Flew into NYC today. There was a toddler behind me on the flight but he was adorable. He grabbed my shirt while I was reading and then we played Peak-a-boo. Luckily he fell asleep right before we descended so he didn't ruin his good impression with lots of screaming from aching ears. I am only wearing three layers outside, I'm rather proud of myself: a long sleeve shirt, a short one atop of that and a trench coat. My toes were numbing by the time we stopped in at a restaurant for lunner (lunch/dinner) so I think I need a second pair of socks for now. Me and my wimpy extremities.
Tomorrow is the Chinatown Chinese New Year parade so Tad and I are going to head over that ways tomorrow morning. I was going to say more but really, I will talk about it tomorrow.
On a random note the only books I brought with me to NYC are Red Mars by Kim Stanley Robinson and a book of poems on NYC that my mother gave me. The Mars trilogy is an award-winning trio of books mapping Mars from its start as a scientific colony to its own political and social force. I'm about a hundred pages in and I really have enjoyed it. I admit it isn't on my list of 501 books but sometimes you can't get everything. This was recommended to me by a guest at Target one day a good year or two ago after we got talking about science fiction and Asimov and who knows what else.
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