Whatever is left of hurricane Earl will hit this afternoon. It’s probably going to be nothing but a little rain, alas. While I don’t want destruction it would be fun to have a little weather drama.
I can’t get over that today is my last day. I can’t get over that by tomorrow all my time will be my own again. I can go to the library day after day after day. I can write as long as I want to. I won’t have to stop to run to work. I cannot freaking wait.
This is Fulton Street, a half a block from the Census office. It was shut down yesterday for a suspicious package. The cops looked bored. I remember after 9/11 listening to the police radio. Every few minutes there was another report of a “suspicious package.” Seriously, it was continuous. I listened and wondered how they dealt with it. There wasn’t enough cops in all New York City to investigate every call.