Friday in Albany, Saturday in NYC

I love Albany on cold days, especially when the air is crisp and dry and the sky is totally blue. Of course, I prefere a little snow on the ground and love the sound of my boots crunching in it on the unshoveled sidewalks (I can do without the ice though).

And then there is Albany at night, on First Friday, when its citizenry - at least those who are interested in art or free food - bop around the galleries, meet and greet each other, enjoy the work of their fellow Albanians. That is tonight's agenda.

Tomorrow, a mellow train ride to NYC at 1, perhaps a visit to the NYPL to see the exhibit on individuals who were long-term inmates (some were there against there will) at the Willard Psychiatric Center.

The trip up to the Met to see the Gauguins may not happen. What I should do is dedicate a whole Saturday to that and do it another time.

Of course, I am having my drink at the Blue Bar at the Algonquin Hotel. I am presenting a painting to my new friend and did another painting for my friend for tonight.