We prepared late last night before the brunt of the storm hit. Peter struggles with the Mayor’s request that we fill our bathtub with water. Turns out our bathtub isn’t equipped for emergency situations. A wee flavor of the extent of the storm. Battling gusts of…not sure? But, it did feel kinda...

Having never been through a hurricane, it’s hard to know what to do. Other than panic, of course. According to the emergency map issued by NYC, we live in ZONE B. I’m not sure what that means – will the storm surge flood our first floor apartment? No way, that would be crazy! I’m mean, it’s not like we live in ZONE A. Those suckers are screwed. Our Survival List Get batteries Fill the bathtub with water Get baby wipes (you know, to stay...

Sorry about my little disappearing act. I’ve been offline for a while for many reasons and here’s the main dealio: Jim and I decided, due to financial constraints, that we needed to sell our home. It was an emotional, but logical, decision and we had to act fast and work hard. While it took a while to prep for our sale, we were incredibly lucky about the speed with which we received an acceptable offer. As those of you who have sold property in the past know,...

Today I went to my favorite hole in the wall massage joint and settled in for a serious rub down.  As I’ve documented before, one of my favorite hobbies is paying a stranger to touch me.  (Good touch, not bad touch) Despite the painful pleasure of deep-tissue-near-evisceration, my mind refuses to settle. It skims my memory minefields like a vulture looking for meat. Laid out on the table like a *beautiful* beached whale, I remembered my ex-gym continuing to...