You know what? The start of the week and the start of the month collided, and it was all good.
No complaints. Kinda easy. Kinda breezy.
Last night, I settled in at home. I tried to make sense of the debt crisis. Honestly, I did try. And then I watched some bad television, which is sometimes necessary and sometimes entertaining. Why those Housewives are getting paid a ridiculous amount of money to fuss and fight leaves me just about as confused as the chatter out of Washington. And now that I think about it, it's sort of the same. Lots of finger pointing and badmouthing paired with a great big performance.
Everyone needs a job, and now I need to do mine. It's a beautiful morning in NYC. Enjoy yours.