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What gets passed off as a chocolate croissant here in New York makes me homesick for Montreal, a city I've never even lived in.
It's being one of those mornings: ran my toe over with my chair, caught my finger in the window screen, and then realized I'd left my work ID home. That eventually got sorted, and I spilled milk in the cafeteria.
On the other hand, it really is a gorgeous day: blue skies, egrets on the marsh, temperatures low to mid 20s (C), and the river is a gorgeous shade of blue from up here on the 23rd floor.
On my way from the gym to the subway last night, I overheard someone saying, in tones of genuine astonishment, "Oh my god, a horse!" The horse was standing quietly at the back of a parking lot.
It's being one of those mornings: ran my toe over with my chair, caught my finger in the window screen, and then realized I'd left my work ID home. That eventually got sorted, and I spilled milk in the cafeteria.
On the other hand, it really is a gorgeous day: blue skies, egrets on the marsh, temperatures low to mid 20s (C), and the river is a gorgeous shade of blue from up here on the 23rd floor.
On my way from the gym to the subway last night, I overheard someone saying, in tones of genuine astonishment, "Oh my god, a horse!" The horse was standing quietly at the back of a parking lot.