I didn’t get charged for my medium coffee at Pret this morning. I don’t know if they guy forgot or if they’re hooking me up again. Free coffee is a good way to start the day. I then spent most of my work day trying to figure out how to make a client banner translate as an infinite carousel across a browser screen because the plugin that was used doesn’t work on mobile. I couldn’t get the solution from scratch and I’m going to tackle that problem again tomorrow. Clearly, I have a very difficult life. It was 75 degrees today in New York City in February. People are calling for serious gun reform after the school shooting in Florida. According to Facebook my Aunt Carol took my Uncle Mitch to the ER, so, I said a prayer for him (yes, I still pray). And still my little life goes on. It’s one week into not drinking for Lent (staying on coffee this year because life is too damn short), so far so good. I left work and caught up with a friend on the phone while going to the train. I read a Nora Ephron book of essays. This is the only time I have to write my post today, so, I’m sitting at my IKEA kitchen table – the only distraction* free place in my apartment where I can really write – typing on my 2011 MacBook Pro that feels like a gas guzzling Buick. After this I’m heading to Dummies and Co., a storytelling show on 5th Avenue in Park Slope, before heading to my improv show with Sexy Baby at the Magnet Theater. After that, I’m watching the Women’s Olympic Hockey Team in the gold medal game. Then sleep. Then I wake up tomorrow and do it all again, only a little different. (This is not my beautiful house. This is not my beautiful wife, et cetera.) There’s more to this perfectly ordinary day that I’m not even mentioning, some of it mundane, some of it really great, but I have to go.

* Except for my Alec Baldwins. I’ll explain them another time.