Ah, the Sweet Smell of, uh, Broadway

It is very odd to say this, especially in August, but . . . Manhattan smells wonderful this evening. I'm sitting by my living room window, listening to the rain and the traffic. A cool breeze is blowing, and it's bringing in the scent of the rain, with hint of the ocean not far away. It's easy to forget, sometimes, that the sea is on our doorstep, but sometimes you can smell a fresh, salt tang in the air.

I missed piano bar tonight for a friend's birthday, which is a shame, since I could only duck in last week, and will almost certainly miss next week. (The odds on the week after aren't very good either, and Dayton looms.) Still it was good to see these people, and it was probably the last time I'll see evangelisa before she jets off to Costa Rica. (Don't forget the condoms, dear.)

I'm still strained and still can't talk about it, but I'm feeling a little mellower about it tonight for no apparent reason.

I desperately need to exercise tomorrow.