This Was A Good Day

The weather is dreary. It's cold and rainy and windswept. I went downtown for a blowout and my stylist told me that her 11 year old son had been arrested for bringing a switchblade to school. Artie's Diner was out of matzo ball soup. I couldn't find my favorite soy crisps at Whole Foods. The 1 train wasn't running on a regular schedule because there was a police incident (two people killed on the line this morning) so I had to walk 10 blocks to catch the train uptown. My favorite wine store still doesn't have Mas de Gourgonnier rose in stock. And I'm between clothing sizes--nothing fits right so I can't go shopping. It's pointless. I'm going home.

I walked into my building and my favorite doorman, Juan, was just walking in for duty. He was still in his street clothes and I couldn't help but notice the fly on his jeans was unzipped.

This was a very good day.