Moving day = tomorrow
This is also why I'm wearing my favorite black-and-white paisley shirt with ratty old jeans and giant clodhopping duck boots. Everything else is packed away in boxes.
I'm getting over a cold and I'm exhausted, but I was cheered to see that this morning was another of those brilliant midtown mornings where the shadow of the Chrysler Building fell perfectly on that blocky MetLife Building looming uptown over Grand Central Station and Park Avenue.
