Some days I think, Eh, why blog, alls I did today was run a bunch of errands, who cares? But then some days even the errand-running seems to have some kind of happy magic to it, like when today started with an early-morning grocery trip to Hong Kong Supermarket in an as-yet-quiet Chinatown; then home to vaccuuming and scrubbing and all kinds of meditative deep cleaning accompanied by a soundtrack of Mandy Moore and the Ramones and Ute Lemper; then a satisfying grilled-chicken sandwich lunch at Dizzy’s over Donna Tartt’s five-hundred-and-something-page The Little Friend—I’m thisclose to the end and I can’t turn the pages fast enough; then poking around in Slope Cellars looking at wine bottle labels; then taking the agar-agar fish out of the fridge and unmolding it perfectly, following which, celebrating the unmolding loudly and madly in my apartment; then receiving four boxes of tastiness from FreshDirect and unpacking said boxes and laying out all the vegetables and fruit and cheese, and eating sweet, crunchy bean sprouts and luscious cherries over the sink, and ohmygod my kitchen smells soooo good right now. Soon, a shower, and then back to Chinatown for a rowdy dinner with funny friends. Yay,