...gang aft awry.

After a late night, I didn't expect to get an early start to my day, but looked for a while like I was going to be able to make a 9 a.m. yoga class. In fact, I had a grand plan for the daylight hours that involved yoga, a trip to Target, the library and the farmers' market, a quick load of laundry and housecleaning, capped off with a 4 p.m. soccer game. Let's just say that only certain portions of this plan materialized. Even though I left my apartment at 8 a.m., I didn't make the 9 a.m. yoga class. Or the 10 a.m. class. Or even the 1 p.m. class. Oh well.

The journey from Manhattan to Brooklyn across the Manhattan Bridge:


Manhattan recedes further into the background:


The fountain near Grand Army Plaza, in Brooklyn: