I went out and picked the first lettuce.  It was delicious with just some lemon juice, olive oil and salt.  I willed the tomato to hurry up and grow and ripen and then came in to begin packing for my trip to New York tomorrow.  It is snowing up there this evening and tomorrow the high will be 28. The low between tomorrow and Tuesday, 10.  Rather a vivid contrast, what’s here and what’s there.  I may yet get to make a snow angel this year.  To pick fresh lettuce one day and two days later make a snow angel–that would be pretty darned cool. I am staying in a hotel very close to Grand Central Station–maybe I’ll get to take lots of pictures early in the morning, before reporting to my job.  How dare I complain about my life?