I have a class presentation scheduled Monday, which is why I am suddenly doing everything else but work on said presentation this afternoon. Here is a nice way to procrastinate:

Get a very, very good haircut with my very, very good SoHo hairdresser, Norman. It is beautiful out today, which means I can wear my red skirt and no socks. Because it is beautiful out, people are walking about happy, even if they are stuck behind tourists on the sidewalk. Because it is beautiful out, I can try on spring dresses at J. Crew and feel like I might actually be able to wear them out soon. (Except that no dresses were actually bought, because—beautiful day or no—J. Crew continues to make clothes for a body several inches taller than mine.)

Mosey on over to my ex-job to hang out with the crowd, which is extra chill today because (a) it is mid-afternoon Friday and (b) no one over the age of thirty is in the house. Today, everyone from Omaha is wearing plaid. Today, there is even a dog, Puddles. Puddles is a Pomeranian, so she is small and darts about, which is especially funny to watch when Lars lunges for her.

Walk to Bazzini with Tom for ice creams. They will make you a malted at Bazzini, so I get a strawberry malted and Tom a chocolate one. Then we sit in the window and flip through an issue of Us that someone’s left on the table. Score! This week it is an Oscar fashion special, and the regular “Stars—They’re Just Like Us” layout is called “Oscar winners—They’re Just Like Us.”And they really are, because there’s a picture of some Oscar winner struggling with her luggage. Later, we head back up Greenwich to redeposit Tom at work, and it’s sweet to have this friend, and to walk arm-in-arm and chat this breezy afternoon.

Now I will go make a salad for dinner, and I think it will be a bunch of mixed leaves and asparagus and a tomato and maybe a soft-boiled egg and why not some gruyère on the top and a Maud-concocted dressing that is olive oil and Chinese rice vinegar and balsamic vinegar. Oh, and I think I have some gouda left over from when Cole came to dinner the other night. Yum, yum, lucky. Following which, I really believe I will get some writing done tonight.