I woke up after two weeks of complete hibernation to find (in no particular order):

1. that Roberts is indeed chief justice of the supreme court (ester, where are you? all i have to say is, ahem, who called that?)
2. that at some point in a distant life i had borrowed "harry potter y la piedra filosofal" and "harry potter y el caliz de fuego" and they were both due back to the library.
3. that manhattan still exists and is quite gorgeous.
4. that velvet is in (ugh)
5. as is long curly natural hair (according to my sister's october issue of vogue)
6. that "everything is illuminated" is out already
7. as are about 7 other movies i had never hear of
8. not to mention the 30 or so that came out and left theatres already.

like always, have promised myself that i will stay above ground from now on and will find the time to wander into untried restaurants in the east village, dig out my old piano books and sneak into max and sadie's lounge across the street at some strange hour of night when i won't feel too self conscious sitting at the baby grand, go folk dancing at the Y, try a ballet class, lie out and read in Bryant park before it gets too cold to, buy a tea pot, finish the scarf i started knitting two years ago, call the friends i haven't talked to in ages, actually read the Times. It's a new year, i'm allowed to be naively optimistic and imagine that my days are actually 56 hours long and my energy, boundless.