Manic Monday

Lately I’m too tired to careabout getting old. I never put my phone down.I scroll many futures away. I sleep many futuresaway, I write them away, the longer I live,the more the future disappears.

— Lena Moses-Schmidt

Monday morning in Manhattan, with my first Zoom deposition in a few minutes. It's a perfect fall day out there. Wish I wasn't stuck inside.

What a weekend it was.

We arrived on Friday evening after returning from Boston to Corning that morning, getting into town as the sun was setting and just in time to walk over to Plado, our favorite tapas place, for a couple light bites and a glass of montepulciano (or two). Josh the Florida waiter has been promoted to bartender, and came over to say hello to the two oldsters who spent our first night in town in January at his table.

Saturday we toured the Frick (my favorite art museum so far, except maybe the Met), then walked across Central Park for a glass of wine at Tavern on the Green, sipping outside in the cool air. From there, a train ride back to the LES for supper at our favorite Indian restaurant. The owner, Amir, gave us both a hug as we walked in the door. After supper up onto the roof to enjoy the skyline, then to bed.

Sunday we met a younger lawyer for brunch whom I've litigated with and against for years, and who's become sort of like a nephew. The food and conversation were great, but the place was "dog friendly" and I was horrified as some guy my age invited his yellow lab onto the chair next to him to lick the plates on the table. This dog thing has gone too far.

Brunch led to a nap, then a little work on jury instructions (I spent every gap in time over the entire weekend working), then up to the Upper West Side for a little guacamole followed by an evening of stand-up featuring John Oliver and Seth Meyers. Everyone there despises Trump, and howled at the jokes directed to the MAGA clowns, including the parents of the opening act comedian.

Then back to the roof one last time. Then bed.

We love it here, but I have to admit I'm getting tired. I think it's age. I think it's lifestyle. I think it's the national crisis we can't seem to escape, even on a Sunday night watching comedy. I think it's lots of things.

Time to sit in another pointless deposition. Well, not "pointless" in the sense it pays the bills.