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The message in the Commonwealth Coffee bathroom:

 "HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL"

It was a drag getting out of Manhattan. Traffic in front of the Holland Tunnel held us around Hudson Square for about 45 minutes. I've waited in line for the tube for 3 hours before, so this wasn't so bad, comparatively.

Nita Nita, a bar in Williamsburg, was wrapped up like a crime scene. The tape reads "GENTRIFICATION IN PROGRESS." Local artist Gilf (Ann Lewis) did this. Gilf's done this at other locations around NYC. If you want to do it too, she sells the tape for $60 retail.

With the weather being overcast, with rain and wind and just spots of sky here and there, and TSA pulling me aside for a surprise free deep tissue massage at the gate, there was some turbulence in departure for San Francisco. I didn't miss my flight this time.

I am washing my shoes. He is drying his clothes. We are both waiting.

So many of my neighbors are at home? So many of my neighbors are at home.

Daylight Savings Time, which ran out yesterday, is blasphemy against the natural order, but I do like seeing and being in evening light.

It's 5:45pm and darkness has arrived already. I will try to appreciate seeing what I can't.

The tailor is in.

I'm fascinated by any changes I see on my old balcony, that one up on the top floor. There are now many plants growing there. Last time I was on the block there were none. I wonder if someone new has moved in. 

The sound of rain makes for solid sleeping, steady slumber. Both I need sorely.