We are emerging from the Hurricane Sandy fog. Still without power (today marks day eight). Which means no heat. Which means our upstairs (bedrooms) goes down to about 55 degrees tonight.
Luckily, the park didn't lose power.
But. We are safe. Our house is safe. Which, as everyone knows by now, is more than can be said for a great many people. And so for that I am of course very grateful. Complaining about no heat or lights seems petty in the light of the many heartbreaking stories that have come out of Hurricane Sandy.
Although New York was without subways for several days, there was no shortage of hot dogs.
I'm still processing everything. I have a lot of stories. More to come, soon.