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My nerves are oddly ajitter today. Last night, I decided to enjoy the unseasonably warm weather by going for a bike ride; I wound up wiping out and landing in almost exactly the manner in which I broke an arm, more than twenty-five years ago. No harm done, save for mild abrasions (I'm glad I was wearing a helmet; then again, I always do), but the near-miss injury had me tense. My confidence was rattled to the point that I decided to walk the bike the last few bocks home; I was walking past a dark flight of steps- when some guy I hadn't seen suddenly spoke into his cell phone right by my ear, scaring the willies out of me. Home; tea; bed. Now, I hear a parade passing by my window; I suspect that this means it's time to get out of bed, and make my way to Park Slope. Wish me luck.

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In response to the blaringly loud marching band outside my window (which has just segued into, gods help me, "Anchors Aweigh"), I am currently playing the Berliner Philharmoniker/Herbert von Karajan CD of Don Giovanni at maximum volume. One would think that this would result in a fascinating blend of cultures and sounds that would utterly negate the urge to set up a kettle of boiling pitch in my windowframe (did I mention that they're passing right outside my window?); alas, no.