we walked around chelsea, and the weather and the smell of spring in the middle of january felt like good old times. its not that I miss what I had, but I don't feel that I'm on the other side of the pool yet, more swimming is still needed. I found a good book by Twyla Tharp about creativity and how to begin, I need to get to Amazon and get it, hopefully this I will read until the end. later tonight we are going to get some argentinian empanadas and hopefully some sangria at the gauchas place. weekends seem so short lately.
now that I think about it, I do miss something, but don't know what it is yet.