So you all will never guess what I did today. I've been in a pretty foul mood, first from the weeks of computer virus battle, well, probably first from Mom's heart attack and recovery, then I got my lease renewal letter last week and they're raising my rent, and then yesterday, I had another significant flood. So I was considering whether to move and that was putting me back toward my catatonic state from last fall.

This morning I decided I had to do something different. Something other than fretting about the apartment/flood situation, and after buying seven doses of entertainment (five plays and two movies) last week, something other than just buying distraction.

So I went to the "lion" library on Fifth Ave and actually wrote! It's a pretty cool place to be, cool and quiet and interesting-looking. I outlined the first act of the musical, read over my notes for my stand-up routine (don't know if I told you about that) but didn't write anything, and read over the Grandpa play. I still love it for the girls' relationship, but I see now it doesn't have a plot. This renews my hope that I can make it better and maybe the world is still a rational place where it was rejected, not because nothing good is ever going to happen to me, but because it needed work.

Then I went to a little cafe deal I'd scoped out on the net first and had a salad and a hunk of salmon (South Beach is going well). This is kind of what I pictured my days would be like before I moved here, and I'm pleased to report that I'm feeling strong like bull again!

Oh, and here's something I overheard Saturday, from a woman who was leaving her dog with some elderly bench-dwellers, "Galvin, you have to quit barking. You have to be quiet, I have to go buy blueberries." Then the bench-dwellers were so old, they started talking about Rin Tin Tin!

Finally, it was announced today that the City Paper was sold to Atlanta chain Creative Loafing. Now the question I was asked about our history of EEOC complaints (none on my watch, baby!) makes all kinds of sense. Did I dodge a bullet or the gravy train? Have to call Amy tomorrow to find out!