The happy windows on 97th street have changed a bit...you can click on the pictures and see a larger version to get a good gander at the additions to the display. From a quick glance, I believe that the Baby Jesus (bottom picture) now sports a crown-o-flowers, and the rubber snake and rubber duckie (top picture) are also new additions. Also, the jazz-man figurines are gone, and the owl has switched to a new window. The music was not on today, but the frog machine was ribbit-ing away as people strolled past.Other news: my ginormous luxury mattress arrives on Thursday, I just started a new Nutrisystem diet because I need something to kick-start my ass in a completely lazy, mindless way, and I am seeing Mamma Mia (the movie) with my gays on Friday (I will see Meryl Streep do anything. Anything. I idolize her because she is not afraid to be a human being as well as an artist. She is brave and vulnerable.) The writing, on the other hand, is a more complex story. I am ready to start typing. Any minute now. Fear is absolutely gripping my gut. It sounds ridiculous, I know. But you don't know my gut. My gut is my barometer for all things involving potential conflict and uneasiness...and wowza, there's a low-pressure system a-movin' in.
