Day 60:

Had coffee in our pajamas at George's house. Abby came over, too-- she and George had planned to go to the mall-- and brought her sister's bulldog puppy with her. (I miss how pets draw positive attention out of people. With no pets and no TV, our apartment has no easy place to fix your eyes. I both enjoy the unpredictability of it, and am saddened by how challenging it is to make human conversation for a lot of people.) Charlie really belongs to Abby's older sister, who she lives with, is pregnant, and is a local minister. For this reason Abby will not come over next week when I have promised to make pancakes. "Breakfast is my religion," I told her.

We went down to New York one more time this month. As always, perfect food, perfect company. Lots of new people. Today is my two month anniversary of leaving the Bronx. Everyone asks how Connecticut is, and it's getting harder and harder to describe. How about this: now, the Bronx is the place where new people overwhelm me, and Hartford is the place where new people are potential friends. Or: the Bronx is the big event, Hartford is where I have coffee and sit on the floor with a puppy. Or: Hartford must be home now.