At the end of energy

[hawkwing_lb]

I have come to the end of anything like energy and drive. The heat in this city is oppressive, surpassing anything I have heretofore known, worse for that it is a dead heat of buildings and concrete deprived of green things (save in Central Park) to lend it any semblance of movement.

And air-conditioning run the way some places here seem to run theirs, with drafts of icy air blasting out into the street? That has to be some kind of sin.

I want very badly now to go home. So it is as well that my flight is leaving tonight, and I am to catch a bus to the airport within the next two hours. To have visited the Met a second time yesterday, and also the zoo, proved very wearing: although I think I could spend a year in the Met, solely in the Greek, Roman, and Egyptian galleries and not be satisfied, to say nothing of the Asian and African ones.

The zoo held a snow leopard who deigned to nap up against the window of her enclosure, and a very graceful powerful creature she was.

Anyway. By this time tomorrow, by any grace, I should be home and hopefully within my own bed.