I was going to blog today all about my fantastic trip to NYC. I was going to start the overload of photos of food and art and buildings. I was going to tell you all about the observations I made.
Instead I'm watching coverage of the hurricane. The one I whined about because it made us cut our trip short by a day or so. The one I am now profoundly glad to have "escaped".
NYC was and is surreal to me. The idea of it was beyond me before I went. While I was there, it was, well, still beyond me. And now, I am home. I am here, watching there, being swallowed by a storm.