If I’m not commenting and or really posting this week it’s because I seem to have lost all ability to converse or write this week.
We’re taking the week off from renovation. Normally I would be all pissy and firey about it but as a flu is going through this building and hit me, I can’t be.
I do believe that elevators cause germs to be spread, see post below, as it’s the one place I’m not crazed vigilant in. I wear gloves in city transport from October through May, and shall begin to here no matter how stupid it looks. Face masks don’t seem to be a bad choice either
It’s hard to recover when your bedroom windows have to be open, they’re doing pointing work, and it comes into your bedroom and you spend the day wondering how much brick dust your body can tolerate, but you don’t get out of bed to go to the couch because it’s small and really not for sleeping.
My sister was telling me how much she misses living in the city and how if only I had moved to the West Village I would love it too.
She seems not to understand that this a love affair gone really bad, and I would love to love New York from afar.
If only I can get this place on the market while there still is one. If only I could write.
I will be updating the other blog soon. I will be updating this one when I stop feeling boring and blogged out.