
Andre and his lovely mother. That's two Halloween themed shirts I rocked in one day. The third was a bedazzled sweatshirt.

With flash!

Future engineer at work.
I ran the Poland Spring Five Mile Race this morning -- bright and early at 8:30 a.m.!
I finished in roughly 50 minute. Official time 50:43. Gotta get the lead out. It's a gorgeous day for running in NYC.
And yes, I am rocking a pumpkin applique T-shirt. That's just the kind of gal I am.






With my manager, Karla, and a colleague at the Power Agents breakfast this morning, for the top five agents at Mark David & Company. I was number four in September, in case you were wondering.
It was nice to have a meal for once that wasn't croissant or a tray of sushi rolls from Dean & Deluca. We did it up right at The Mercer Kitchen.
I could use a tan, though.
This weekend I had to walk down to Gramercy (18th Street!) to take a yoga class. The people at the front desk were happy to see me, especially after three years. Since there is no yoga studio in Murray Hill, it was the closet place to go.
Which got me thinking over the weekend: Why is there no yoga in Murray Hill, and by extension, the Turtle Bay/Sutton area? The area is full of young professionals. Most of Murray Hill is under 30, particularly among females. There are three gyms -- Crunch, The New York Sports Club and Club H Fitness, but everyone knows that gym yoga sucks.
Making money off this would be like shooting fish in a barrel. Women *love* yoga. Even the biggest elliptical addict needs to tone her arms and inner thighs. Most people don't want all the chanting and spiritual mumbo jumbo either -- they just want a physical class where they feel nice and tight afterwards.
From a real estate standpoint, there is plenty of commercial space available along that stretch of the East Side. So why have none of the big guys -- such as Sal Anthony or Yoga Works, jumped on it?