Saturday, Rob and I joined the hundreds of thousands of New Yorkers who trooped through sub-freezing temperatures to the East Side for the protest against war in Iraq. The rally itself was centered at First Avenue and 49th Street, near the United Nations building, but we could get no closer than 65th because of the crowds and the NYPD's labyrinthine attempts at crowd control. We were too far away to hear or see any of the official activities, but it was fascinating to be among a group of people who have all come to believe the same thing for sometimes wildly divergent reasons.

Sunday, I slept most of the day then did work.

Aside from helping Goblin navigate through snow higher than her head, today we are cocooning in my apartment. Later, I will venture forth to spy on Joe's first date with someone I may or may not have gone to college with.

Tomorrow, I will attempt to steer this log back to witty and interesting waters.