Saw this photograph of the 42nd Street branch of the New York Public Library on Gothamist yesterday. This is where I go to work sometimes. There are other entrances which don’t involve climbing stairs, but I always chose to go in through the front. I love climbing up and walking in through this magnificent entrance.
Yesterday I sent a blistering letter to Con Ed, the City of New York and my landlord about the gas leak. My gas is still turned off and I found out yesterday that repairs were made for everyone BUT me. Con Ed can’t turn my gas back on until my landlord makes the repairs. The City told me I had to make a new complaint, which puts me back at the back of the line. My head exploded. (It’s better now.)