Cure for feeling listless

Well, the readers have spoken. Two separate comments pointing out that my list of things to do was incomplete. I will take Sally’s sage advice, and update this list in the spirit she suggests:

So the right one is out there, and she’s also looking?
In order to find her it’s time to get booking!

There’s no point in searching all over the nation
I likely can walk there from Grand Central Station

She might be on a bus, she might be in a car
Or boarding a train by the old Oyster Bar

Or in Brooklyn, the Bronx, maybe here, maybe there,
In the W Bar – the one off Union Square

The girl that will likely most tickle my fancy
Might now, as I write this, be crossing Delancey

Or maybe she’s taking the last Hampton Jitney
In time for an opening up at the Whitney

She may be at the Vineyard to see some theatrics
Or coming down off of the steps of Saint Patrick’s

Or dancing away at a Russian themed club
After checking out Woody’s gig at Michael’s Pub

She may sing at the Met, she may write for The Times
About style, or film, or state government crimes

I can go for a stroll across town just to seek her
I can start out on A and then walk along Bleecker

To the Blue Note some evening when Gal Costa croons
And then get felafel to go, at Mamoun’s

We might meet before noon, we might meet after dark,
We might meet at a picnic somewhere in the Park

Or we’ll meet on the night of the first snow of winter
At a puppet show version of something by Pinter

No reason to fret, no need to be blue
Somehow, I think she is making lists too