Where have I been?

Unable to find the energy to write. Where have I been? Why, New York, of course! Does a five-hour commute become tiring? Of course not . . . But I got to have a brisk fall lunch in Bryant Park, listening to a middle-aged Hispanic woman and a 20-something white boy give each other their romantic histories. Co-workers, not prospective lovers, I think. It’s a fascinating city.