This is becoming monotonous. The days of my week hurtle past, Sunday rolls around, and I'm at my keyboard about to tell you about the Week that Was. And for six days, you've been staring at a picture of what looks like a denuded lint brush. Not a tenable pattern, I agree, and I promise to try my best to stop it. But facts are facts. Weeks are over in a flash of an eye, thanks to a vigorous work schedule and the lovely spring weather that finally burst forth from its dressing room, threw open the curtain, and announced itself with a loud flourish from the orchestra pit.
There have been many highlights, like a) meeting Michael Chabon and 2) learning how to pronounce his name correctly, and I've got a big week of writing planned so I can tell you all about it. But as this wireless connection seems a little tenuous, I'll leave you with a little photographic proof that spring has finally decided to spring:
It's a tulip bed I recently passed on Park Avenue, and isn't it nice to see the residents of the Canyons of Privilege going that extra mile to embrace a little diversity?
