He's a little blurry here, but check out the happy policeman behind me, giving the camera the thumbs-up (this picture curtesy of D) :
The elevator to Dad's apartment has mirrored ceilings, for which, I'll admit, I am vainly obsessed:
I went for a run Wednesday morning along the Hudson River. I am not exactly a city person, but in the cold wind and weak but somehow still piercing razzle of the January sun, while listening to heartfelt jazz and outdated hip hop and Gregorian choir music on my iPod, I found myself overcome by admiration for the creative wonder of this human habitat, all its bewildering technology and infrastructure and mess and artistic expression, and felt lucky to be alive. I thought I'd run for half an hour, instead I ran for an hour. Impending chemo will do that to you.
And then I took another picture in the elevator ceiling:
And then I went home and hugged my pooch.