Or so they sing. I’m sitting in a Starbucks right now, but I’m going to move onto the New York Public Library soon. This connection is painfully slow because it’s packed with people like me.
And, as usual, I need to forage for food. I had a salad and an orange last night and having fresh fruit and greens felt like a banquet. Now I want a real meal. I’ve been living on rice and beans and warmed up pizza.
The only casualty in my house was Bleeck’s whiskers above one eye, which were singed by a candle. I now have to block off the candle because he continues to be curious about it. (I will be getting a coleman lamp for the future, clearly candles are too dangerous in my household.)
Oh, and my camera needs to be repaired. AGAIN. Water must have gotten into it somehow during the hurricane. (That’ll teach me. I should be glad that’s the worst I suffered when I went out.)
There are two Manhattans. Those of us downtown, without power, and those who live uptown, for whom it’s business as usual. It was like this after 9/11. Not that people uptown weren’t affected, of course they were, but I’ll never forget going uptown a couple of weeks after, and people really were walking around like nothing happened, it was like being in another world.
I forgot: Thank you, Atlantic Metro (our co-location host) for getting us back up so insanely fast. And for being so helpful last night when I showed up, and for getting the serial console reconnected. And thank you to Echo’s tech, Jonathan Kay, for all his hard work (and sense of humor) during this emergency.