There are things you say your are going to do regularly as part of your life or at least as part of a season if your life and mine was to just walk the few blocks down to the Hudson River by my house. I always love it here, but rarely go. So today I did my work and then packed a lunch and a New Yorker (the magazine, not a hostage) and went down to the river. It was beautiful. I found a nice bench and read and then fell asleep so peacefully. And I was not mugged or anything. Just a quiet summer day along the water.
I saw this sign there and thought it was a good metaphor for life!: