(AM) Michael D. tried to rally a group of us to go to an East Village nightclub from Hi Life. It took a while, but a group finally piled into a taxi and a second group hemmed and hawed before they too left. With his characteristic flowery language, Salah said he wouldn’t go if I didn’t, but he thought I was going and admitted it was a lie when he learned I’d be going home.
Great conversation with John K. on the walk to Lexington Avenue – East 63rd Street station.
On the telephone, Tom R. referred to the Gregorian calendar as the Gregorian chant before correcting himself.
My x‐ray and CT scan approval letter arrived and the urologist’s office may have finally got it right. Nope!