This photo captures this nicely. It is the accumulated assortment from today. With temps in the thirties, I was trudging down the street in flip flops highlighting my fresh pedicure carrying a pack of 50 pee pads, 8 pounds of clean laundry (organic cleaners – yay!), a bag with my boots from earlier and Bourdain’s “No Reservations”, and a fresh fountain Diet Coke from Subway.
I think when you move into Manhattan, you agree to become a pack mule. Side benefit? Maybe sometime I’ll begin to show some faint glimmer of arm strength.