Depending on where you live on Manhattan, you get to see the sun set or rise.
During my years living on the Upper West Side, I always preferred the seeing the sun set over New Jersey. The downside included braving the cold westerly winds freezing your face on the way home in the winter, and walking eastward to work with the sun glaring in your eyes.
But I didn't mind. I really loved it there.
Recently, some things have made me think a little. My grandfather is not doing so well. He's 97 years old, usually extremely feisty, but recently his health has declined. I'll be visiting him soon.
And then I have a birthday coming up. Yeesh. Thoughts of mortality interrupt my thoughts.
You can react to such situations in different ways. Either let yourself completely go, sit in front of the tv with a plate of manicotti, or not. Thankfully I'm doing the latter. I've been going the gym every day for the last week, waking up before seven to hit the treadmill, like many of my neighbors.
New Yorkers are very concerned about how they look. We might not be as nuts as folks in LA, but we are pretty nuts. You see gyms on the second floors of buildings all over the city with heads bouncing up and down, while the bodies they're attached to exercise on machines below.
You can look great and have your manicotti, too.
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