Ten days in Virginia/DC and here are the ob's: cushions are nice on the train; people in DC are more attractive than New Yorkers, congrats on extending the yellow and green lines, DC, and finally, it is the humidity, and I like it. My aunt was in and out of the hospital for two weeks, but since she seems to have decided to stick with "out", so I came home yesterday.

And in the way these things go, Lois gets rotated out, my moms gets rotated in. She thought she was having another heart attack last night, which she wasn't, but coincidentally, she learned this afternoon that she's got cancer. It's stage 1, so good job on the staging. She's talking to the oncologist today, so I don't know what it means in terms of treatment yet.

After getting the stitches out from my tooth implant (see you in hell, Dr. Toeffler!!!), I decided to let New York hug me to its bosom. I went to a deli for lunch--bad idea, it was one of those tourist places where the cheapest meal is twelve bucks and servings are the size of footballs. But I ordered an $8 plate of corned beef hash which seemed to be more corned beef than hash and discovered I like it with ketchup and mustard. Then it was up to the Met to see the Saint Gaudens exhibit which was reviewed in this week's New Yorker. He also did the statue of Sherman at Grand Army Plaza (the one in Central Park, not the real one in Brooklyn) which I loved, most of all for the bulging veins on the inside of the horse's legs and underbelly. Afterward, I bought a print of a painting by Yang Rui which I call "Jackson Pollack Trees".

Then loaded up at the UES D'Agostino's and home.

Upper East Side matrons are so thin they have to wear sweaters in 80 degree weather. Also, if you're reading this, 70 year-old woman in tube top, NO!!!!!