I never thought I'd say this, but I am really relieved to be back in Boston. Manhattan is so draining. (Draining to the wallet, too: the Guggenheim charged us $15 to look at incomprehensible Aztec art. It would have been vaguely comprehensible had we sprung for the audio tour, but they don't warn you of this before purchasing a ticket. Thus we spent an hour or so wondering as to the significance of a turtle with a human head. Bah.) We did have a splendid afternoon in Brooklyn and made two trips to Grimaldi's Pizza, so there were some relaxing aspects of the trip.
Currently I am in the midst of a debate. What color is this shirt?
B. Olive Green