Thanks to my carpool, I briefly became a regular at a coffeehouse 87 blocks from my apartment, and a river and more from my school. The pancakes looked so good that my carpool and I had planned to meet there tomorrow a little earlier than usual for a real breakfast... The strike is over and trains should be running tomorrow morning, so no pancakes.
Walking home through Tompkins Square Park.
Holiday scenes from East 3rd.
Above the Nuyorican.
My camera batteries died just as I tried to get a picture of a Time Warner truck with its front grill wreathed and lighted.
I don't feel that good - achy, sore throat - so I'll be very relieved to go back to the normal schedule tomorrow. I can't say my week was that bad, but all the uncertainty took a toll.