I'd give every dime I made to see her silver hair shining
I had an incredibly frustrating evening at the phone store. On the other hand, I got a picture of the mall doing its best to look like the Precinct of Amun-Re à la David Macaulay:

selkie and I conversed until the talkie window ran out of battery. When I ordered my favorite seasonal sundae from the Scoop 'n' Scootery, they included a little paper bag of free cookies with a friendly handwritten note. And when
spatch got home from work, he presented me with my birthday present courtesy of the recent half-price Criterion sale, the DVD of Powell and Pressburger's A Matter of Life and Death (1946). So on balance, I must have had a good day.
P.S. Rob has just informed me that our jackhammer-slammed summer had a theme.

P.S. Rob has just informed me that our jackhammer-slammed summer had a theme.

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I figured you were busy!
I came and listened to the jackhammer song and loved it ... but apparently never got back to say so?
It seems to be eternally relevant judging from the traffic cones and a detour sign we're seeing on our street again. If this construction is still going by next April, I want to make some kind of formal complaint to the city, by which I maybe mean blasting this song outside the Department of Public Works.
And I adore these buildings as celestial calendars--fabulous, even more so for the fact that the architect couldn't have planned it.
Even Manhattanhenge was built on a known grid!