Someone dropped a rosemary stalk, in the elevator, and a straw too. The floor's also pretty sticky, and when I get out my shoes feel glued to the ground for the next couple of steps. Outside, one of the old ladies who live in my building is sitting in the courtyard on a lawn chair. I wish her a good morning and she heartily responds with blessings for a good day.
Rachel L. swings past the intersection of Overlook and 186th, and I catch up to her right before the subway entrance. Rabbi B. is also nearby and says hello. Rachel and I walk through the tunnel and down to the platform, then into Jenny R. who forgets that I exist while talking to Rachel about her recent engagement. When the train arrives, I try to convince Rachel that since she works on 47th, she should be at the southern end of the platform, where she can get out right on 47th, instead of 50th, where she will get out if she is in the back. She is set in her ways, however, and I walk alone to the other end.
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