Wages

According to one famous old misogynist the wages of sin is death.  Bonnie has discovered that the wages of single-minded bell-ringing New York style is sore elbows.  It was a far cry from "Let's get together for a chat and pull a few ropes" - she was asked on arrival if she could ring Dedman Triples - these guys are serious.

The weather forecast has improved: there is now only a 50% chance of rain this afternoon, and it's bright again this morning, but 10 degrees F cooler than yesterday.

Whenever I come here I wind up walking more than I intended, and yesterday was no exception.  Today we'll get some form of transport up from 45th to 71st for the Frick, then stroll across the park to the Natural History Museum at 79th.

I must talk to my chefly friends and family and find out why any steak I get here is better than every steak I cook for myself at home.