Sick Day

I was looking forward to having such a productive week, but it's not off to a good start.

Last Friday my throat was feeling a bit scratchy, which I chalked up to allergies, but by yesterday afternoon my throat started to feel better and my nose and chest got super congested, which is the normal progression of every cold I've ever had.

On top of that, my husband's car had issues last night. It's pretty old (time to get a new one, really) and the windshield wipers broke in the middle of a torrential downpour after a show, leaving him stranded in downtown Bethlehem. So at midnight I drove all the way out there to pick him up.

Today I am sleep deprived and I can barely breathe. Needless to say I didn't go into work this morning. Maybe if I'm feeling ambitious later today I'll try to do something all the old jewelry people have given me to recycle.


Or maybe I'll take pictures of the pieces I've been meaning to post on Etsy forever now. The truth is, it's just as likely I'll lay on the couch for the rest of the day feeling sick, but maybe if I put this out there on Blogger I'll feel more motivated? I hope?

Oh well, at least I had a fun Saturday.

Met up with my mom to go to opening day of the Easton Farmer's Market, which was delightful. Didn't buy too much, just a couple of potted herbs to get my little garden on the front porch started, but I'm looking forward to many more weekends.



In the afternoon Glen and I went to New York with our friend Pat Jannsen, because Pat was doing standup at the Broadway Comedy Club that evening.

We got there way early, so we wandered up to Central Park and sat down on a big rock in the shade in an attempt to stay cool.


The show was good, Pat was very funny, as always. On the way home we walked past this piano bar, and I just had to take a picture of the sign:


I've never heard of this place before, which is weird because I'm sure I've walked past it many times in the past and just didn't take notice, but piano bar named after a Cabaret song?? Sounds like it could be a good time! Has anyone out there ever been there? If so, is it worth my time to go? (Don't worry, Glen, I won't drag you along, but I'm sure I can get some of my theater-loving friends from high school and/or college to join me!)

In less fun news, we walked through Times Square on our way to Central Park (well actually, halfway through, then got frustrated with the crowds and walked a couple of blocks west to avoid it) about an hour and a half before this happened, then couldn't walk back through Times Squareafter the show because it had been cleared out by the police. There were huge crowds all around the area, and we had no idea what was going on until Pat overheard someone say something about a bomb scare. Lovely. Obviously the bomb did not explode and we are all still alive, but now I have yet another reason to avoid Times Square whenever possible. :-P