August 29, 2014
It is an INSANELY gorgeous day here in NYC. Paul Newman's eyes would be green with envy over the blueness of the sky, the air is almost as delicious as a chilled slice of watermelon, dogs are trotting with pep in their pup step, and I'm maniacally step-ball-changing instead of simply strolling. While sitting by the Conservatory Water (a/k/a "the sailboat pond") before physical therapy, a dog named Grover trotted by, another dog bounced over to give me kisses, and on my way home after that, I met 9-week-old lab Daisy, biting on her pink leash. Life does not suck.