Went to the Gracie Mews this morning for breakfast and had real French toast. Two pieces of light fluffy goodness. Read the paper, chatted with Anna (she’s originally from Poland and is studying to be a nutritionist and doesn’t give me a hard time if I order bacon once in a while), jotted down a to-do list, and now am back home gearing up for work. Ah, the wild life of a single guy in New York City.