You are undecided. You have been spending many days this way. Nothing gets done. Progress has come to a standstill. Every day is the same now. You stay in bed long after the morning street noises go away.

     You are not fully asleep. You are conscious of your neighbors thumping down the hallway stairs and letting the front door slam. You hear neighbors talking to neighbors as they walk to the corner to catch the R train to Manhattan.

     The street sweeper rumbles and whooshes onto your block and sucks up the debris along one side of the street. The sanitation truck comes next, growling, burping, starting and stopping, as the guy in the back loads everybody's garbage into the big compacter where it gets squeezed, and some of the garbage juice leaks onto the road and sends a pungent smell up to your window and into your nose.

     The sanitation driver and the guy in back are talking about the Knicks beating San Antonio 89-81 at the Garden last night, but you knew they won as soon as they won. You heard Mookie across the street yell out his window, "Noooooooooo York, baby!"--which is how he reports a victory for the Knicks, Yankees and football Giants. But right now, Mookie is leaning out of his third-story window and watching the pretty women on the sidewalk heading for the subway. His hip hop stereo drowns his lecherous remarks to the young ladies, but they still get the message, and most of them ignore him. A few of them poke their middle fingers up in Mookie's direction and shout the two words that go with the finger.

     You are half asleep. The street noises register, but nothing makes you get out of bed. Why bother? You have no plan for today, just like yesterday and the day before. You are undecided.