I'll get back to politics, bailouts, and other outrageous facts of life soon, but I just wanted to say this about yesterday, all the rest notwithstanding:

7 am: down by the river, watching clouds, waves, and tugboats.

8 am: at my desk, wrestling words, listening to the dog in the neighbor's backyard point out that they've gone back in but he's still outside.

1 pm: in Central Park, watching a dozen Bhutanese monks on their first trip outside Bhutan performing a demon subjugation dance.

3 pm: at the gym, stretching and lifting.

4:30 pm: buying coffee at a high-end food joint where in the summer they sell "cold hot chocolate."

5 pm: strolling among the fruit and vegetable stands at the Greenmarket on my way downtown.

5:30 pm: eating flounder, snow peas, and fried rice with two other writers in a basement Chinatown restaurant

7:30 pm: in the backroom of a Chinatown teahouse where the rock band's warming up.

I love New York.