I'm trapped in a fortune cookie factory.....heellllpppp
Not really. I'm in an apt on the upper upper part of Manhattan. Think George Washington Bridge. Think the Cloisters. Outside it's cold. Dirty crusted snow on the sidewalk cold. Inside I'm wearing shorts and a tank top--steam heat is that good!
The baby is very very small, as is appropriate for a person who is 3 weeks old. He does a lot of sleeping and eating, with several episodes of intense looking at--what? He's at that stage where he seems to be communicating with beings the rest of us can't see.
I'm having a very good time...