I popped uptown today to have lunch with my lovely wife █████ and a few of our friends. I met █████ and Anand outside their office, but we were nearly frustrated in our attempts to reach the next rendezvous point by the Mitzvah Tank convoy rolling down Fifth Avenue with a police escort. There were at least twenty of those RVs, probably a lot more, festooned with signs announcing the presence of Moshiach, happy Lubavitchers waving out the windows from inside. I did not realize the parade was today. The line of tanks scrolled off so far down the street we couldn't count them.

We waved back jauntily, and Anand called out, "Hello, chosen people!"

Lunch for me was curry don with duck, served piping hot. I am now sleepy. I wish Moshiach would come and slap me awake so I can get some work done.