Got your back.

There's a rooftop garden with a pigeon coop down the street and at just the right height to be seen from my window. Every so often I'll see several birds circling around, coming and going, coming and going. There's a lot of rooftop gardens around this area, actually - mostly potted trees and bushes - and the number of them, the number of plants, and the sunlight this room gets in the afternoon make me wonder if I could keep something small in a pot on the windowsill. Not that I want the permanence; more that I want something else to make this room softer. My throw rug arrived yesterday afternoon, and it's doing its job nicely, but it still feels very sterile in here. I guess that's part of the point of the building's design work.

Still, when I was poking around the women's locker room yesterday I found the place has a steam room and a sauna, both of which I'll have to use at some point.

Also, the Union Square Greenmarket - famous enough for a Wikipedia entry! - not only has all sorts of things I'd love to buy but it's also a single subway ride away and is open several days a week, which means I know where I'm getting most of my grocery shopping done. That it's near a Whole Foods is incidental, even though it means I can get store-brand butter and stuff like that next time I'm down there.

'Till I go home.

And one last thing before I forget to say it and turn out the light: I saw roga this Tuesday, first in the rain and then in the after-rain cloudiness that's always a treat when everything smells fresh and clean. We had coffee, and then met two more of her friends and took a tour of the main branch of the New York City library, the one with the lions. There was soul food at the edge of Harlem, some strudel from the Hungarian Pastry Shop, and some vids and fandom discussion at the apartment of one of the people whose name I can't remember. There were also two affectionate cats, one of whom drooled on my pants and the other who liked playing with my braid.

I ended up walking back through Central Park, which gave me the opportunity to watch a pair of hawks circling in the sky and the clouds move, but also stopped me from being in a cheery, enthusiastic place and made it difficult to muster the energy to say much of anything. It might've been the deep melancholy introspection or it might've been hugging a friend good-bye. It's hard to say with these things.