1) Rarer than the unicorn, an unbroken night’s sleep. I followed that up with almost three exquisite hours of a NAP after a brisk, vigorous hike through the arboretum. That sound so . . . so retired . . . but it is really that I want so much to be done with this cold! Shniffle, shnuffle.
2) The sweet, savory goodness of my first bowl of tom kha gai in who knows how long. The new Thai place at the old Wonder Spice location is worth revisiting.
3) Yesterday I began the Very Important Cleanout of the pantry; next week contractors are coming to talk officially about transforming my old, decrepit kitchen into Howard Johnson’s at Versailles. I have been . . . almost afraid to go into the pantry because it is just so full. Turns out this is in part because I had carpeted it with tote bags and other luggage. Nineteen of them, in fact! I am tossing out ten immediately; sorry to say that many of them were from ye Instytytte. The remaining nine include a) three very nice canvas totes from ye Instytytte (one was a gift from the Commencement Office when I left), b) one from the neighborhood framer, c) a small tote from Sir John Soane’s Museum that might just as well be made of cheesecloth, but I love it, d) a shoulder bag from a conference at ye Instytytte in 2010 that was my everyday bag at work; the conference logo has completely flaked off it, e) my favorite piece of luggage ever, the blue fauxlligator valise my boss gave me when I left the weekly newspaper in 1989, and f) one or two black leather gym bags left behind by the Final Roommate (in lieu of three week’s rent).
I love this city.