Tuesday, November 6, 2012


Williamsburg, 2012

Weirdly, after berating myself all weekend for choosing to go back to work (in a hurricane, no less, though I couldn't have predicted that), the last few days haven't been so bad.

I'm walking to a subway line that adds a good 30 minutes to my usual commute. But I've somehow mustered a little bit of pragmatism or cheer around the whole production, and am muddling through. I mean, we're New Yorkers, right?

In an odd way, the chaos of the storm has meant that I don't feel as guilty if I am not there at a certain hour, on the nose. I guess it's made me more aware of my limitations, and less apologetic about them.

Instead of feeling guilty about leaving work when I need to, I leave work because...seriously? It's a jungle out there. And I am not skulking out for frivolous reasons. It's almost like the mayhem out there is eclipsing my internal mayhem.

So we're doing okay around these parts.

This morning, we took the boy with us to vote. Now we commence the nail biting (and wine drinking and dinner making.) It's not a bad gig, really.

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