So I'm sitting here watching Saturday Night Fever. And that's strange enough. Tony Manero is doing his moves on the dance floor and I'm thinking "yeah, I could probably do that." And that's really strange.

I spent most of the day sorting through the tons of crap we've accumulated over the years, trying to find better ways to store things, tossing stuff we don't really need anymore, cleaning stuff.

Did make a trip to Bronxville this morning -- swung through at the end of my jogging run (have I mentioned how much I hate jogging), got a few things at Food Emporium, then picked up a bottle of vermouth.

And that helps.