Good morning, all! I did not get to physical therapy this morning: I canceled and went back to bed. I am sleeping badly, I'm not happy, and I'd rather be in bed that dealing with the cosmos.
I do need to accomplish something positive, since I need to keep active, so I think I will make a trip to the NYPL at Lincoln Center and return about 10 opera CD sets that John McGlinn checked out some time before his death and never returned. They turned up in the things leaving the office, and I will return them for him.
DR JRand63, thanks for the update on the state of the stars! Eighteen days more? Oy!
DR FJL, I am by no means of the imagination svelte, and I can cope fine, if awkwardly, with two others on those seats built for some designer's imaginary concept of a rider's girth.
That said, the fat pig on the bus yesterday morning was a rude piece of crap. Rudeness and a lack of concern for others are standard situations in this age of narcissism and selfishness, and part and parcel of Manhattan existence: I see it every day as people who got to the bus stop last push their way onto the bus first, or young parents and their children sitting in the elderly, infirm seats and ignoring the people with crutches, canes, limps or signs of being maybe twice their age. This fat creep is taking advantage of his weight problems, and I have no doubt he pulls this same crap on others in worse shape than I. It's hard not to wish him ill. I wish him only the worst.
