Yeah, I was off last week. And so everything was on hold—the column, access to e-mail and phone calls…and this blog.

Here’s the boring stuff I did:

I moved furniture.

I paid bills. But I did not pay my $410 Yonkers City water bill. Not yet, anyway. I journeyed to City Hall to get an explanation and I’m still confused. Outside, I ran into a city official who laughed when I told him why I was there. “Join the club!” he said…or words to that effect.

I took my 10-year-old dog to the vet for shots and a checkup. The vet said she needed to lose weight to ease her arthritic knees. She is not overweight. The vets is nuts. I mean, the last thing I need is a bulimic dog on my hands.

I did my taxes. I will owe the government, again.

I saw two movies—“Frozen River” and “The Wrestler.” I recommend them both. Michael O’Keefe played a cop in “Frozen River.” He was very good. He went to Mamaroneck High School around the time I did. He showed up at a reunion last fall as did I. O’Keefe was known as “Ray” in his Larchmont days. I did not know him, but everybody says he’s a nice guy… Funny thing, one day while I was off twiddling my thumbs I heard a cacophony of police sirens coming from the direction of Eastchester-Tuckahoe. Only later did I realize that it was because the cops were in a high-speed chase, going after Scott Siegel, a 34-year-old actor from New Rochelle who appeared in “The Wrestler.” Siegel was charged with illegally selling steroids. He had a great scene in the movie, selling steroids! Too bad he got busted.

I visited my mother. Twice.

I wrote three e-mails to a cousin, who seems to be MIA. He’s a dance instructor for one of the Fred Astaire studios. He has not replied to the e-mails. Hey, what’s up with that?

I ran almost every day on the Mount Vernon High School track. It is littered with Canada Goose crap.

I tried out a new pizza joint in Mount Vernon. The pizza was fine, but I can’t remember the name of the place.

I read Rick Atkinson’s book, “The Day of Battle,”  on the Allied invasion of Italy in 1943. It’s the second of his three-part Liberation Trilogy. Reading about the human suffering of World War II presents the perfect reminder of how important it is to recognize that things could be a helluva lot worse. More of us should shut up and stop complaining about the petty nonsense in every day life. I’m glad I have warm dry socks and a roof over my head…and I’m grateful that the only land mines I have to avoid are the leavings of birds.