I finished this book today...finally. I'm always amazed at how sensitive I've become, perhaps it's the fact that no one really cares if you're being killed in public in this city. The last couple of pages made me tear up a bit on my 5 express train. The back and forth dialogue/writing between Leopold and Alma, the writer captures the true feeling of being one with everything and yet still completely alone. Monday is my busiest day of the week and yesterday was no exception. Teaching...more teaching....classes (that are free and I wanted to take..blah.)

I ended up listening to Joni Mitchell all the way to Greenpoint. Her voice sounds like gravy. Or groovy. I like it.