I was just posting the other day about living on the top floor of a 5th floor walk-up. What am I going to do 10, 20, 30 years from now if I’m lucky enough to still be around? My neighbor and I were just worrying about this earlier in the week. She mentioned the dumb waiter which the landlord closed off years ago. Maybe we could repair it on our own?

I guess I just have to not think about it. It’s not like I can do anything about it for the foreseeable future.

I know we look ridiculously cheerful, considering. You had to be there. We weren’t really feeling cheerful, but we were doing what we could at the time, so we felt better, and a friend was taking the picture and maybe she said smile and we obeyed.

I’ve always loved New York’s edge, that we talk like that. It pissed me off when my book “The Restless Sleep” came out and all these people said I was trying to sound like a cop because I said fuck a lot. Hello?? No! I talk like that!! Really! I was writing exactly how I talk. My singing proposal has the word fuck six times on the first page.

Except I’m probably going to take that out. First, I don’t think people “hear” the word the way we say it. And second, we don’t really talk like that anymore. New York, well Manhattan anyway, has gotten so homogenized. I don’t want to get into a whole thing about the New York of my youth that is gone, gone, gone, it’s boring, I know.

I just wanted to explain why I took this picture. I saw these tshirts and thought, ‘We’re not that city anymore.’

In my very clean apartment.  It doesn’t look any different, does it?  I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned and cleaned for days. Technically, you could eat dinner off the floor underneath the couch (which is insane I know) but it doesn’t look a bit different!  It feels different though. There’s nothing like the feel of a freshly completely cleaned home.

On the other side, the LOVE side, I laughed pretty much all the way through The Big Bang Theory last night.  Although they went into this riff about women in their fifties that made me laugh in a different way.  It was a rueful “just wait until you get here my prettys,” laugh.  I actually imagined them turning 50 and remembering what they wrote way back when.  That “ohmygod, I’m 50.  I’m that old person I imagined all those years ago.”  Except it will feel like just a few years ago and then they will realize that means it will feel like only a few years until … THE END.  Mwah-ha-ha.  But it was a really funny episode, everyone was at their best.

Oh, and Bones was at its best this week too.  I so love tv. Thank you everyone who works in tv. Except for the people responsible for getting ALL the credits up.  Like the names of songs.

Another picture of my roof.  I think this might be the same shot I posted just before, but pulled back.  I love city roofs.  I woke up at 4am to possibly see the Leonid meteor shower (which was part of the Big Bang story line this week).  I thought there was a chance there’d be a black out and maybe I could see it from my roof.  But it was cloudy.

I’ve been holiday cleaning for the past few days and today is the day I’m supposed to treat myself to “no work and all play.” I’ve got about 14 hours of tv recorded and waiting to be watched, and unread People Magazines and stuff.

Haven’t begun that all that yet though. I still have a few things to do and it’s bugging me.

This picture was taken seconds ago. He loves me.

I’ve also been doing my big yearly holiday cleaning for the past two days. It’s a week earlier than I would normally do it, but I need the mood-enhancingness of it. I’ve got another day of work to do.

I’m also contemplating making something called pumpkin gingerbread loaf. It just sounds like the most perfect dessert of the non-berry variety in the world, plus the way my apartment would smell! I don’t know if I’m up for it though. I don’t cook so I would have to buy every single ingredient, I have nothing in the house, and I’d also have to buy a pan. It does sound cosy and delicious. What to do??

Here is Buddy, the IBS King of New York.

Actually, that’s his bask face. He’s basking in the love.

Meanwhile, Buddy is on the couch resting. All his blood tests are normal and the vet says it’s a flare-up of his IBS and to up the dose of the medicine I give him for that. I’m also going to try the B12 shot that Melissa suggested. I need to buy a scale so I can keep on top of his weight. But this is all hopefully addressable, so he should be okay. Poor little guy.

I feel like a semi-sane human again who can live her life. I’m doing the Gevalia Coffee chat at 10am. To participate go here for instructions.