Sundays

Today is Easter Sunday. Makes no never mind to me, I've never been a Christian and I've long since ceased being a believer in any sort of deity. I'm beginning to despair of other human beings, but the Universe is big enough to keep me humble and, just for today, I'll choose to be hopeful.

It's quite lovely out today, though I only got to go out briefly, for the paper. Late afternoon, there were still plenty of copies of the Times out there. When I was growing up in the Bronx, people lined up, sometimes halfway down the long block, waiting for the truck with the Times to show up on Saturday night. Often enough, if you waited until Sunday to get the Times, you wouldn't be able to find any left, so lining up the night before made sense. It was a big neighborhood for the Old Grey Lady. I have a feeling it's not like that anymore. Not even sure there's a candy store on that corner anymore. It's a pretty good bet you can't get a good egg cream there anymore, nor the long, sturdy pretzel rods that were maybe a nickel or a dime back then. The egg cream was a quarter and worth every bit of it.

Ah, nostalgia. Hey, there are few enough good memories from those years, I'll take these and cordon them off so as not to get contaminated. Who am I kidding? The feelings are still there, buried deep. Let's not go there.

I had a hard time today deciding which client's work to get started on next and now that I've made a decision, I'm having a hard time deciding whether to actually work on it today or take the rest of the day off (ha!).

It's time for my nap, though. Maybe more later.