23 November 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

I went to John's Pizzeria, hoping to have some of the best pizza in New York with Olga, but she had gone back to Brooklyn.  I walked south thinking I was walking north, and suddenly I was in front of the International Center of Photograpy where I knew they sold Holgas.  I went in (they were five minutes from closing) and bought one.  Then I called Catherine and took a taxi to Whole Foods, which was an absolute nightmare, and juggled some hors d'oeuvres and a neti pot.  I made confused small talk in Catherine Burns' kitchen and Olga came and sat with me on Catherine's couch and I held her tightly, close to my heart.