A new morning, and after two walks through the deserted neighborhoods where I live, it’s time to enjoy a poppy seed bagel with one half having sturgeon and the other half belly lox, thanks to Barney Greengrass. The bagels are a smidge too large and too chewy, lacking a good crust, but who’s complaining?
Uncharacteristically, it was a late night on New Year’s Eve made possible by reasonable amounts of wine that was drunk over several hours.
So this morning everyone is fit and alert.
I’m looking forward to a lazy day of reading and writing, a roasted duck for dinner, and an early night.
Because what’s that I see on the horizon? Is it? Could it be? It is…Plant Japan…