I have been asked to return to the midday (7-3:30) schedule, "since all the other lead workers are on that." Get that, "all the OTHER." I have no problems with it; I just have to make sure I can continue to get out of bed early enough to hit the gym, since going at 4 pm is right out -- this gym is HELL that late in the afternoon; the machines are so packed it's hardly worth going at all. Of course, having re-started myself this week, I'm all achy (continuing feminine problems, which makes moving sort of annoying). The problem with my knee which started in NY hides until I'm doing something like walking hard on the treadmill, and the recurring pain in my right thigh/hip means trying to stay active with two bum legs... yeah, I'm whining.
With a trip to the Met:
Day 361, sarcophagus:
Day 362, elaborate interior sarcophagus:
Day 363, my favorite Pissarro:
Day 364, my favorite Monet:
Okay, he did a bunch of these Japanese bridges, but still -- two of my favorite Impressionist paintings in one place.
And Day 365, a study for my favorite ever painting (which is in Chicago's museum):
And a couple of bonus shots:
Diana, who used to perch atop the tower at Madison Square Garden (when it was a garden, not a sports arena):
And so I come to the end -- I wasn't as good at it as Fen was, but I enjoyed it. I will get myself a Flickr account and upload all my New York shots... eventually.
Am now waiting for dinner to arrive, because neither of us feels like cooking.
The dangers of recycling: I was cleaning the tops of the cat food cans and sliced my little finger open. Ouchy.