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January 22, 2011
Ahhh, yes, a predawn weekday that has me home in a room illuminated only by two computer monitors and more tiny blinking blue lights than an airport or a Christmas tree, rather than at the gym bemoaning the jaundice-like effects of fluorescence. The hiss of the radiator an odd comfort, the coo of the cat an annoyance, coffee percolating its punctuation.

Nothing quite like a New York winter in an old apartment. I could fling open the kitchen door to invite in some outdoor relief to the indoor heat, but instead it's a tank top and bare feet. Pants? Maybe.