how cold is it? cold enough to foil my-well intentioned plans of trying to take in more of this city than i'm able to during the week, when i am stuck writing letters to donors and trying to find new ones so the children can keep listening to the music. poor, little children.

walking around new york is one of the few always free and largely interesting things one can do when mostly broke and bored on a sunday, but where do i end up?

101 fifth avenue. 9th floor. my chair. this blog.

i don't have much to say, but i don't really want to be outside right now. granted, in 20 hours, i won't want to be here, either, but that's the way monday's work.