OK, so I took today off. No showings, no paperwork no nothing, although I stopped in the office briefly to charge my iPhone after running a few errands.

First, brunch at Jane on Houston Street with a friend from Connecticut. Jane could be the ultimate brunch spot, if only they would offer bottomless cocktails the way Nero's in the Meatpacking district does.

After brunch I headed back to Bethune Street, where the girls and I did laundry. Laundromats in New York City are an interesting breed. Growing up in Norwalk, we went to the laundromat all the time, and it was usually a good hour or so of quiet reading. In New York, it's a fast, noisy place akin to a pizza place during lunch hour. So much for catching up on my reading.

The laundromat on West 12th Street has a bulletin board covered in lost socks, so if you're missing one it might be a good place to look.

While waiting for the dryer, I got the best pedicure ever over on Hudson Street. Sometimes I feel like the nail ladies are laughing at my feet. Am I being paranoid?

Finally, in my never ending fascination with bodgea cats, I found this one in Park Slope last week. She looks almost just like Valentino.