Day 53----

The chef from the diner down the street was walking up and down the block asking people for a hanger--I was hanging socks on the fire escape to dry and overheard him ask the lady across the street. She didn't have one and he continued on down the block. She glanced up at me and we made eye contact--that New York kind of thing when something random happens. You find one person to share it with then move on. But I called down, "did he say hanger? I think I have one!" She called him back-- he stopped mid mime as he tried to communicate his need to an old man and ran back toward us. I said I'd be right back, ducked inside and found one with a jumpsuit I never wear on it-- it fell to the floor of the closet and I'll probably never find it again-- back out on the fire escape, "You want a wire one, right?" he did. "Do you mind if I throw it down? I don't want to hit you!" he did not. It landed in the carless street and he said, "Thank you! How are you guys??" so now he knows where we live and I'm very ok with that. I'm happy he still remembers us.

Jesse made an elaborate dinner and a cake-- when either of us make elaborate foods it usually means we are at our limit. It buys us alone time... the more elaborate it is, the more time we get. It was very very good.

I couldn't eat much of it though cause of a canker sore. My neck can almost bend normally now though! Jesse rubbed it for ages this morning while we both read and bambi ate nuts and chocolate out of a cup on our bed.