It’s almost 6am. I am pretty much ready to face the day except all I want to do is go back to sleep. Today I am going to NYC. I can’t recall why I am going to NYC. Probably for a training or something. There is a small possibility that I might meet up again with my old German Gastschwester, provided she calls me. She’s here until Monday, I think. Last Saturday, I picked her up at the train station and we spent the day together in Philadelphia. It was a very nice time. She told me she works 9-2 or 2-7. I couldn’t believe that she could pull in enough money to support herself working those hours. She said her apartment is small and she does fine. I asked her what she does with the remaining part of the day. She said she gets home around 3:15 and she takes her dog to the park and they’ll play. I asked her if she had any goals, anything specific she wanted to accomplish in life. She said she lives day to day and has no goals and she’s happy. What a completely different life I lead! I am in awe and somewhat envious over the simplicity of her life. On the other hand, I think that type of life might bore me. As much as I complain, I thrive on the pressure and the workload and I love working toward a goal. I don’t know.