POWER BACK IN LOWER MANHATTAN!
Well at least most of it.
The last few days have been a nightmare. Waking up in a cold apartment, hauling my ass uptown on foot (bus the last couple of days) in order to use the YMCA gym showers, then hit a deli for breakfast and charge my phone and finally get cellphone reception, a crazy hour of answering emails and texts and phoning employees and trying to salvage some business out of week that's otherwise been a complete write off, trying to coordinate everything, then back downtown to guard my apartment from burglars (they've been very active in my nabe), then back uptown to use the gym, eat dinner, charge phone and deal with the emails again. Then an hour walk home through eerie black streets with flares burning in place of traffic lights, then light some candles and thank God for my AWESOME little LED flashlight. Then a very early night and 10 sleep, fully clothed, with all my essentials stacked up beside my bed just in case I should have to make a quick exit down the fire escape in the event of some idiot torching the place with a careless candle.
Then today, as I sat in silence and read some Jeeves and Wooster to soothe my raw nerves, a strange sound from behind me. What the hell is that? OMG..could it be...the REFRIGERATOR?
Almost immediately, there's a cacophony of intense cheering and whooping from outside. The power is back on, after 5 days! I lean out of the window and do a little screaming myself. People are hugging each other in the street. I take a walk and everyone's smiling and high-fiveing. I hoofed it straight over to Whole Foods and purchased a refrigerator full of food, and noticed in the process that nobody west of Broadway has their power back yet. Feel so sorry for them!
Anyway, it's now 9:15pm and already the novelty has worn off
