Also, it's snowing
Ah, April in New York. Why does it feel so inviting?
Hard to believe that I've left Chicago in early April for a place with weather that is demonstrably worse, but here I am in the midst of a weird little snow storm.
Still, staying in someone else's un-torn-up apartment is incredibly liberating. I'd almost forgotten what it's like to have more than one working sink. Luxury. I am sorely tempted to run around and turn on all of the taps at once, but I don't want the baby to think I'm weird.
