Yesterday I had an appointment in the Upper West Side.
I haven’t spent much time there, so afterwards I walked around next to Central Park. I was crossing a street and saw steam coming out of it. That’s not an uncommon occurrence in this city, where steam tumbles out of subway grates and manholes when it’s cold outside, great plumes rising into the air.
*Before I get into this story only fully cultivated because my love of Harry Potter has made me especially astute to any bizarre person within 100 feet of me (because you know, they could be a wizard), I want to say thank you. Thank you ladies for your kind words and comments on my last post. It meant a lot, a very lot, to me. I love you all and appreciate your support always. Now onward with my newest weird story…
Hi ladies (and a few gents). I’ve gotten a few “are you okay” comments lately and I thought I would pop in to say, yes, in fact, I’m doing fine. We’re all doing fine. Life is good.
I’m taking a bit of a blog break right now. For now I’m just enjoying this new city, and our little family, and the privacy that comes along with taking a break.
I’ll be back at some point, but until then, Merry Christmas to all of you!
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