I just re-entered the New Yorker Cartoon Caption Contest for the umpteenth time. It's still a goal to win it before I die (Hi Karri!). I feel pretty good about my entry, but then I usually do.
I am now involved in a dialogue/exchange with my friend Suzanne Nixon.
Walked downtown this afternoon in some brisk ass weather, collected some money from books I'd sold and then repaired to Ray's for a couple glasses of wine and a plate of calamari.
NB: the walk downtown is literally down a hill. The walk back, uhh, is harder.