Rockefeller Center

My time in NYC has been, surprisingly, low tempo. The friend I'm visiting, Gretchen, works far too much; the result for me is that I've been pulling some mondo sleep hours. After I bumble down in a groggy haze for a cup o' joe from one of the 10 or so coffee shops within a 3-block radius, I slowly get cleaned up then set out on foot.

Rockefeller Center looked just like I imagined, even without the Today Show crowds (too late for that) and without the seasonal ice-skating rink.

I did go into the NBC store, and I was tempted on two accounts: a "Master of My Domain" t-shirt and a Jack Donaghy magnet proclaiming "Rich 50 is like middle-class 38" but I left with my wallet intact.