made it

It was a challenging drive from Missouri to New York City, but the most challenging part was when I arrived at home and was unable to find a parking spot and too tired to cope. (Also I had to pee after circling the drain—I mean the block— for two hours on top of the two-day drive.) Decided to suck it up and accept a parking ticket. Cost me $60. No parking after a hour or so today, so I went to a garage on 42nd street at $55/day. Took the bus home and stopped to buy sushi at Zabar's as a consolation prize.

  As always, my apartment is unfamiliar territory when I return after several visits.  What happened to the? Where's the? Did somebody take the? And also there's the who left me a six pack of my fave beer and a container of my fave rosemary cheese crisps? And while no one finished the puzzle, someone left me three more.

Why is the window shade on the floor? Why are all the plugs unplugged? Why is the furniture moved around? But on the other hand, two new pairs of my fave flip flops, clean sheets and towels. No condoms under the sofa cushions. I need to ponder the name of this place: The Apartment of No Regrets.

I'll put the window shade (shoji screen) back up tomorrow. And pay the bills.

Also I just found a pigeon nesting in my flower pot! Can you see it?