Irony is the worst form of flattery.
In the course of a week I aimlessly wandered through Central Park and ate up the luscious shades of fall. Needless to say, I graded midterms on the subway and in the park. I aimlessly wandered along, breathed in the crisp autumn air laced with the scents of fallen leaves, and did not have to remind myself of how much I love this city. Then . . . Then, I stopped and ate a bagel in town. An everything bagel with chive cream cheese, and tomato slices, is my favorite dinner. Don't forget the side of coffee. Yea, I know . . . not the atypical dinner, but it works for me. As I got up from my chair my knee loudly popped, others in the shop turned to look, and my eyes got big. A dull pain began . . . That was on Saturday. I didn't go to the doctor because I had to see my Lupus guy on Thursday, so I figured why pay an extra co-pay for something that was probably minor and could be fixed with a cortisone shot and a muscle relaxer. There is also the ...