Saving daylight

It's strange how an hour later of sunlight has suddenly given everyone a whole new lease on life?

Attitudes have changed, everyone feels like they are leaving work earlier even though they aren't, and for some reason I figured all of that meant I could give myself permission to eat Reeces Easter eggs everyday at lunch this week.

Somewhere in the move up North, our eating habits went South. I blame it on all the walking, but I'm fairly confident we have eaten more pizza in the past few months than most college-age males do in their four or five year tenures at school. We have a once-a-week pizza policy that's loosely enforced.

Luckily we DO walk everywhere and there are now trips to the gym included in our schedules, as well as power-walks on the weekends. Salads are great for summer months, but when it's 20 degrees outside and I've been gone all day I'm not in the mood for something a rabbit would eat.

We also often make something sweet when people come to visit, which is always. We don't have to bake so much anymore though, considering everyone always wants to go to Magnolia Bakery. We even instated a cupcake-sampling tour of the Upper West Side while AV's mom and brother were in town.

Speaking of visitors, our dear friend AR showed up on our doorstep, pink suitcase and pillow in tow, promptly at 7 AM this morning. I had hardly had time to fumble around and find the switch to the leopard lamp above our refrigerator before AR was changed into a pink (of course) plaid nightshirt and hopping into my bed.

I felt sorry for her- she was stuck with a middle seat for her five-hour red-eye flight on her way here from Phoenix, which she was actually preferable to her original seat on the aisle, in the back of the plane by a couple and their baby and across the aisle from a woman with a parrot.

That's right- a parrot on an airplane. Why? I mean really, why would you do that? In what context would that ever seem like a good idea?

In any case, I went ahead and started the getting-ready process and drew her a map to show her how to get to KR's and my office to meet us for lunch. It had arbitrary landmarks and a cartoonish- vibe, but she actually made it. For someone who has never been to the city before, I'm surprisingly unconcerned with her ability to get around.

How lucky we are, to be so loved by our friends that we hardly spend weekends without the company of one or a group of them... Either that or they just want to come to see New York. Either way, we hardly ever have reason to feel homesick, because we have 'Texas' as a guest most weekends.

"When one is young and has little money, it is prudent to spend that little on the unnecessary, the emotional dividends being higher."
-Clifton Fadiman, Writer