That Darn Machine…
A 90 year-old man sat next to me in spin class the other day.
Sunday morning 5am and there is a light dusting of snow. The streets are deserted.
Excuse me for being redundant, but boredom just isn’t an option in New York City.
2am and I cannot sleep. This is become a pattern, involving an involuntary wake up call.
Leaving on a jet plane. I do know when I’ll be back again, just not as soon as I would like.
I took a spin class at Flywheel yesterday. Out of sight, out of mind, out of shape.
Post renovation dilemma… What do you do with your afternoons if you do not want to spend money?