I just got back from taking Junebug (the Tibetan terrier) for a walk in the park. Thankfully, it’s pretty cool outside, if getting really humid. She ran around a little and then did her business and TORE back home. She’s been sitting and watching TV with me… since she can’t help me with my NYT crossword puzzles or read to me.

Anyway… I think I might sleep in tomorrow (as long as I am able to naturally) and then walk Junebug, and then head over to a bagel place up here to get a fresh bagel for breakfast. This is one of the great benefits of being in NYC (if only for a weekend of dog-sitting); I am within walking distance of a variety of cool little places. Since it’s going to be ridiculously hot for the remainder of the weekend, I’ll have to do anything I want to do “outside” before noon or after 5 to avoid the hottest parts of the day. Otherwise, I’m perfectly content sitting inside in the air conditioning.

I will need to pop out and get some food, though. There’s a “hippie” grocery nearby where I can get some wheatgrass (ugh - I have tried it and I can say I don’t like it) or just some good organic produce to make a tasty salad. I don’t feel much like cooking or even eating anything warm. If anywhere nearby serves gazpacho, I might hunt it down and get some. Otherwise, I will be getting some fruits and veggies and doing that sort of snacking thing.

There was something semi-interesting to relate, but I can’t for the life of me remember what it was. Work-related? NYC-related? Book or music or movie-related? I don’t recall.

However, I am getting tired already. This is not acceptable; it’s not even 10pm yet! I have no right to be tired… or maybe I do. I was rather busy at work and at my lunch at my desk while typing email and stuff. I left at 5:30 and got here at 6:30, and there was a good deal of walking in that hour since I took the express train up here… that was 15 minutes of subway, 15 minutes of PATH and then the remainder was walking. In heat. Nasty heat.

Ah, well. I will go to sleep soon enough. I can do crossword puzzles until I start drifting off and take it from there, I guess. My focus this weekend is going to be on writing in my new writing journal. I have to jot down ideas and words and snippets of poetry. I want to fill a bunch of pages - it doesn’t have to be good stuff or stuff I think I’ll use for my magnum opus… I just need to get back into the habit. This is my goal.

But sleep will come first.