It was a dark and stormy night…


Well, not really. At least not yet. The wind is really starting to pick up though as Sandy approaches. I am at work. And at home. That is one of the benefits of being a freelancer, my office IS my home. (Many businesses are closed in the city because the MTA shut down all service, and people can’t commute.) That said, with the entire city on high alert and the constant well wishing from friends around the globe concerned for my safety, I am not terribly motivated to do much work. By all accounts this will be a bit more serious than last year’s fizzle of a storm, Irene. The Duane Reade across the street from up was thankfully still open this morning, and I did manage to procure a little more food in the event of a zombie apocalypse or some such thing caused by the massive storm. Stay tuned…

Good Night, Irene


Irene turned out to be a total dud, and after all my preparations. We kept waiting for the show outside my window with some trepidation and excitement, but by 2:30am we gave up and went to bed. That said, we had a kind of fun ready-for-the-apocalypse type weekend anyway. My friends Gonzalo and Ric stayed over and we cooked a couple of meals and watched hours of TV waiting out the storm. Josh’s bf Michael came over yesterday and had dinner with us as well. All in all, a fun, lazy, convivial weekend. Today it is back to work, full steam ahead. I let the drama of Irene de-focus me somewhat from my work late last week, and I really need to hunker down (in the work way, that is) for the rest of the week. I do want to share with you a glimpse of some of the devastation left in Irene’s wake however: