This is pretty much the most beautiful day I can remember since moving to Bushwick. Not a cloud in the sky, a brisk breeze wafting through my open windows…sure, I have to keep the door to the back yard closed so rats don’t come in and workers are busy building a five-story condo 20 feet from my back property line that will look directly into my garden, but you take the good with the bad, right? And everything has a silver lining. Most things. I guess people looking down into my yard gives me the kick in the pants I need to finish cleaning and landscaping it.

I hope they’re planning on clearing off the rubble-filled lot next door to the condo. Be useful if they actually plan on selling them.

A girl just came to look at a room I have available and agreed that it’s a beautiful day but expressed a little worry that it’s 62 in January. I said, if this is global warming, bring it on. She didn’t mind that Bushwick doesn’t have much in the way of entertainment, just that even after having walked around the hood all day, she’s still a bit nervous about getting killed or whatever. Fine. She’s a native New Yorker, and so had all kinds of preconceptions that likely colored her day here.

On the weather front, it’s all downhill tomorrow. Back to sweaters and jackets and uncomfortably cold fingers, despite the cashmere lining in my gloves. Okay that’s enough, back to work.