Today was a wonderful day.

The beginning of our tale actually takes place last Saturday. I sat, watching the Notre Dame/Air Force football game, and the TV exploded. Sort of. I heard a loud pop, and it ceased to function. Today was the first day I've had a chance to take it to a repair place. It's still under warranty, so that's good I suppose.

I lugged the TV down to the street corner, got a cab, and went uptown the licensed Daewoo service center. Yes. I bought a Daewoo. I guess that extra $50 for the Sony would have been a good idea, but you know what they say about bygones*.

Since I was uptown anyway, I decided to drop in on the Museum of Natural History. Before today I hadn't been there, and since it's on my list as "Just Perhaps the Most Beautiful Building I've Seen in the United States" I thought I should check out in the interior.

I was in it for a short time, just enough to remind myself that I really don't like Natural History Museums.

I walked down Central Park West for a time, revelling in the beautiful day and stopping to read the plaques on the sides of the buildings.

I turned and walked through Central Park, pausing for a while to read some of The Dream Hunters, and to write a sonnet.

Then, I walked down Lexington... all the way home. It was a lovely, long walk. It was a beautiful day.



*that they've gone by. duh.