It was about 1pm this afternoon when I finally got back to the West Village to pick up my bike. Subway ride downtown from Hell's Kitchen, smile on my face, having had a good Gay Pride Day, realizing I was away from home for 22 hours, which is very very rare for me. Sunday had it's ups and downs, not the least of which was getting out of here so late in the day. I'm not so much tired and lazy about going over the day, as much as I am contemplative about what happened, the little annoyances, and the very nice pleasant surprises.