According to my phone, I walked 10 miles yesterday. Much of that happened at the Bronx Zoo, which turns out to be enormous. P and I were on our feet for more than four hours, and we still didn't see everything. Rhinos were our favorite, hands-down. They parade in a very dignified manner. Afterward we met our friend Steve in the East Village, then eventually made our way back to Brooklyn and Mexican food.

This morning I'm footsore but still ready to go. I'm hauling my suitcase over to P's place; then probably we'll head to Walt Whitman's favorite church and after that who knows what? I am bumping through the world, amoeba-like.