I had originally intended to sit in bed, watch sitcoms from TiVo, and eat peanut butter from the jar from sunup to sundown. Things were proceeding according to plan, when I suddenly reached the limits of my ability to watch Bea Arthur. This was a shock because I had no idea there were limits to my ability to watch Bea Arthur.

But there I was.

I took my homeopathic remedy and decided to go Rollerblading in the park. I have not gone Rollerblading for fun since I broke up with Erich five years ago. I improvised a skating costume, dug my wrist and knee pads out of the closet, and was on my way. It was fun but perilous, as everyone else in Manhattan seemed to have a similar idea. But I am an old pro at dodging skaters, bikers, pedestrians, cars, and dogs, and I emerged unscathed. I have actually only fallen once while Rollerblading, and that was in the middle of a busy intersection in Bethesda, Maryland. Boy, did I blush that day.

Today, I zoomed up roads and down trails, down past Strawberry Fields and even past the Metropolitan museum on the (gasp!) East Side! (Everyone who has accused me of never leaving the UWS now has information to the contrary!) I zipped past jazz bands, fire eaters, and a group of senior citizens taking folk dancing lessons; I stopped for a while at Cleopatra's Needle, a four thousand-year-old Egyptian obelisk, for some contemplation and to brainstorm a project I am working on. Then I came home across the Great Lawn.

Now I will turn on TiVo and see if I can stand another "Golden Girls."

Who says I am not adventurous?