From somewhere in Connecticut, we arrived at our New York hotel around 2pm, our rooms were ready, and I raced into the elevator, along the corridor, bursting with excitement into my room to face a bright, sunny, first of three days off in Manhattan.
I believe this is my third or fourth stay in this hotel, and likely my third or fourth encounter with this view. I suppose I’ll have to get out if I want some real light. But it’s Manhattan — I can’t imagine there’s anything to do here.
I would say ‘prepare’ for a rather light few days of No Ideas, but a suggestion to steel one’s self in the face of a near-void makes little sense. As it was during our time in New Orleans, it might be quiet around here for a while, unless of course I see something outside.