Hitting the pavement

Ah, readers. It's been a good day.

I woke up at some semblance of a normal hour and completed, at long last, an assignment that nearly sapped my will to live. (If you ever want to know more about asphalt and excavation, I'm your grammarian.) Just as I was finishing, I heard back from a certain TV Web site that might soon be paying me to blog. So, that is good. Or potentially good, at least.

Desperately needing some fresh air, I donned my walking shoes, threw my hair into something akin to a bun and hit the road. Destination: Central Park.

It was a glorious day in New York today, and everyone was out with their little dogs. I made a few friends (Baxter and Winnie, this shout-out's for you. Keep it real, yo), cleared my mind and broke a light sweat. All good things.

I'd only intended to walk 4 or so miles, but the sun and the air must have gone to my head, for before I knew it, it was two hours later and I was way the hell uptown. And I still had errands to run! However, my walk invigorated me, and I completed my tasks with what must have been a ridiculous smile on my face. Spring in New York is indeed all it's cracked up to be.