Monday, Monday...

towards the end of the day. A hot one---I have been inside, letting my fan cool me. Other than that, have been on different web sites, making comments when necessary. Am also tired.
  So yesterday afternoon, cityboy really triumphed! Why? Well, I left the upper west side, proving that I am not trapped in this area---and that---in spite of some lingering stomach problems, I can move around the city at will. Two trains---the 3 and the F, brought me to Delancey Street to first, check on my friend Bob's new restaurant, and second, visit La Flaca, his old one. At the new one, on Clinton, between Rivington and Delancey, and fronted by a flower shop, the seating set up looked really good--tables a perfect distance apart---some benches in the front and back---looks like it will be a perfect place for a first date---or even something a little more intimate. But no one was there, just the artist, painting a mural on the front---so I headed to La Flaca---there I found Bob with some friends---just sitting outside. I joined them for a while---Bob does not know if he can keep La Flaca after August 1st. But the conversation was good, and when I left to return to the upper west side, I felt strong; after all I had finally followed through on my urge to visit another part of the city. The train ride home was brief and uneventful.
Then came the evening and night. First got very tired after the trip---then a second wind---then impossible to sleep once the time passed 1o'clock. Not feeling great---I usually under eat and that works for me, but last night, after a large roast beef sandwich and a yogurt, somehow I still felt hungry. But where can you go at 2 or 3 in the morning?  Yes, the convenience store 4 blocks away stays open all night, and there are plenty of doormen whom I would pass on my journey there and back, but, of course, something inside of me still said "no". Restless, eyes tired, no reading, thoughts, thoughts, thoughts. Finally, the light came, about 5:30, and soon I was on my way to the store.
What amazed me on that trip, is that, even though I had not slept, my body did not feel tired at all, in fact, it wanted to move quickly. It i like I have two bodies--the stomach with its ups and downs, and the rest of me---very alive and spirited with very little pain---can do everything I could many years ago.
And that is it---now I await my friend Sarah's check in phone call, will do a little more web surfing and hope for the best.