crème brulée saved me

or, how i'm too tired to form words

as of the end of the day wednesday I have 45 hours on my timesheet. I just got home a half hour ago so I can go to bed and do it all over again tomorrow. Luckily it's pretty much over and the work was good... I've been asked to help write a proposal to do interpretive and landscape design for a playground here in New York city, using a decommissioned aerial tram in the construction of the play equipment. Pretty rad.

Not rad is the fact that I had to lead a big meeting Tuesday, and have two other deadlines this week, so I'm essentially working two workweeks in one after all this last minute proposal-writing.

But I will say that when I got off the subway at Astor Place last night and saw the Dessert Truck after working 15 hours yesterday- getting up early to rent a car, driving over an hour each way, leading a community meeting on Staten Island, and then coming back to the office lugging laptop, projector, and working until midnight- I was excited to finally indulge myself and buy something from the pastry chefs who sell fabulous desserts out of a truck like one would buy a pile of noodles in a developing country.

The crème brulée I had out of a foil cup with a plastic spoon walking past scruffy homeless people on third avenue was possibly one of the best ever.