/life/nyc/18 Degrees Celsius
Freedom is spelled b-i-c-y-c-l-e.
Weather warm enough for shorts is awesome. So is sitting in the park with my sis & nephew. I've never wanted wintry weather to go away as much as I do right now. (My knee still seems sub-par from a run two weeks ago, but I think I'm going to ride home sometime this week anyway and see how it goes.)
24 hours of oncall and no pages so far. And a clean-ish apartment to show for it. Oh, also, I finally have a reasonable approximation of curtains in my bedroom, to replace the unreasonable approximation made of string and the squishy wrapping bag that my TV came in. It only took me 4 months, people.
Baingan bharta (= Indian eggplant curry) under preparation.
'sgood.
