I wasn't looking forward to this week. It's sort of a pain; and I like my own desk; and I just didn't want to deal. But once I do get downtown, I always really enjoy it. The work is different and interesting but that's not it -- the atmosphere is different. I'm in a building with Corinthian columns and antique elevators and leather-covered doors. And when I go out, I get to enjoy the city energy I love and don't dip into nearly enough.
And when I say I'm downtown this week, I mean really downtown. As in, this is what I see when I step outside and begin to cross the street:
(Also, some harried crankypants may have muttered "f-ing tourist" as I snapped this photo. I thought about smiling and correcting him: "not a tourist, just a blogger!" but I didn't say anything. Having grown up in one of the world's most tourist-trod cities, I understand the contempt I might have elicited for pulling out my rinky-dink purse camera in the middle of a street just to snap an image of something he sees every day.)
I get to visit with my favorite spider. Hello again, old girl:I've probably seen at least a dozen Secret Service motorcades this week (and notice the banners in the background that are going up for the Inauguration festivities (yeah 44!)):