I'm ready to pack it all up again. Nothing complicated, really.
I just have to pull my stuff out of drawers and the closet.
I went on a long walk today. I had lunch at a nice italian
place, and then walked from there to my new apartment
just to see what was in the neighborhood. I ate dinner
at a sorta low-end mexican take-out place that turned out
to be pretty good anyhow. I walked back to the hotel on
a street that is between the streets the bus lines I've
taken so far run on. I found a Borders that is mercifully
not too close to my new apartment. I found a grocery
store that is quite close, which is a relief.
Now I just have to find a place to get some simple
furniture and get a futon to sleep on.
I'll be staying at the Waldorf while I'm in Manhattan,
which is nothing to moan about.
My friend Mike will be coming down perhaps on
Tuesday to visit. We'll come up with something
to do in town. Thursday is late night at the Met,
if I remember correctly.