Nothing to say, really. Hate, hate, hate Long Island traffic, dunno who won the Belmont Stakes even though D and I drove right past Belmont Park in the rain this afternoon. Roni lost her wallet on the Q train, but handled it with more grace than I probably could have mustered. Tried for drunkeness but was stopped cold by a headache and wretched stomach. I have become an old woman as I have aged.

Off to knit an afghan.