Good morning, all! The Canadian jerk above me who doesn't remove his shoes stomped in around 1:15, letting the door slam and waking me up. I wish I could have him deported.
I think I will walk down to the post office at Lincoln Center and mail a package. I am still waffling about this music/CD/LP sale in lower Manhattan, so I think that means I won't be going, I have to proof two Victor Herbert numbers that Joshie copied, and I've got to work on my July 9 presentation, so I may just end up staying around the Upper West side.