Looks like we survived the week. What an advantage we have living on top of a hill; still, it’s tree-heavy here. A stroll through our neighborhood revealed the carnage of both broken limbs and major uprootings. Meanwhile New York rises from the ashes. The trick for them: drain the tunnels, get the subway and buses back to normal and restore power to the folks below 34th Street. For me? Crawl out of the malaise that results when you’ve been cooped up for a week with only booze, magazines and a lot of sad TV news. Could be worse–picture me grateful.
