It wasn't very exciting. I ran some errands in the neighborhood. The changing neighborhood, where you can still hear nothing but Spanish on some blocks, and on other blocks see brand new not-yet-occupied high-rises as well as holes in the ground where not-yet-built high-rises will be. On second thought, that *is* exciting.
I went to 4 different drug stores looking for travel-size contact lens fluid, only to find that 3 oz. containers do not exist and the smallest size of any brand (though not mine) is 4 oz. Even though the TSA site says saline solution is an OK exception, mine was confiscated and thrown away last year at LaGuardia, so I'm not sure if I'll be forced to buy this in Michigan (and if there are stores accessible to the car-less) or if I should just check my luggage.
At night, I've noticed what looks to be a popular taco truck at 96th and Broadway but haven't had a chance to try it. Today, there was a halal cart in that location. Oooh! I didn't try it since I had several stops to make, but I'll have to check it out.
One stop was the bank, where I had 7 checks to deposit, including my entire game show pay (I didn't do direct deposit since it was such a brief stint). I used the bank's deposit slip and they didn't give back an itemized copy, just the total. Luckily, I had screwed up the entry (wrote numbers in the wrong boxes) and still had the scrap copy for my records.
I think I've cooled down enough from the peach incident to eat a peach.