16 is the day on which I discovered I was extremely wise in wearing my "portable comforter" and saw the inside of the Port Authority Bus Terminal on 42nd Street in Manhattan for the first time. Not for the first or last time, NJ Transit receives my ire for not having a satisfactory response to service outages on the RVL.
The 1st degree burn I got on my hand the other day from the oven rack looks much more red in contrast to my pasty white skin, but it is not infected. Maybe it will heal up by the time I get married. I can hope, anyway.