It’s true. I think it took over 100 ounces of Drano and similar products but the beast is finally relaxed again. Water flows. Will it last? I never do preventative maintenance of this stuff. I usually end up facing drainage backup with no resource to address the matter. I should subscribe to regular deliveries of Drano and such. Yeah. New subscriptions.
We are promised anywhere from 3 to 16 inches of snow. That’s a pretty broad range. I should encounter the least of it whilst getting to the subway tomorrow, in the dark of 5:30am, when the snow should just be arriving. It’s no big deal to me but I’m assuming others I work with here will take the excuse to stay home. This place offers no work from home option even though the job is quintesentially perfect for such an arrangement. Most of us do not even need to talk to each other much less even be in the same room. Almost everything we do is accessible via public websites, and what is not accessible could easily be made so
I may stop doing the N-R connection. It is unpredictable, and at as much as 15 minutes slower than the 4/5 connection I will likely just walk the walk, take the endless stairs at Lexington/59th. I can handle down stairs far better than up. The only thing really keeping me on the R was the woman I felt was mutually flirtatious with me. I saw her yesterday for the first time in months. We made eye contact but there was no time. I boarded at Lexington, she departs 2 stops later. That’s not enough time to cultivate a romance. Hah, I’m being sarcastic, after reminding myself yesterday what I learned about myself throughone of my pandemic encounters: I may not be ready for or capable of happiness. I don’t think I was born that way. I was born normal, though my natural left-handedness was forcibly changed to the righty that I am now. I was presumably born in pain, unless they used local anasthesia to cut me off. I had OCD tendencies from the moment of birth, rubbing my nose on the sheets so hard and so long I developed sores on my face. The firt words I ever spoke were, in the 100+ degree heat of Accra, Ghana: “TOO HOT.”
But the drainage is back. I can shower again and at the end of the ablutions I can rinse out my coffee cup. That’s a prime luxury for me. I talked to a guy once who paid $100/month for a one-bedroom on Ocean Avenue. The landlord was so sick of this guy not juust for his rent-controlled apartment legally handed down from his grandmother but also the dude was evidently a demanding prick, regularly requesting upgrades and amenities not provided to people paying full room and board. Ultimately the only amenity he was allowed was a bathtub, where he bathed and washed all his dishes. He also got a toilet. No refrigerator, kitchen sink, or furniture. But he was happy. I don’t wash all my dishes in the tub. That would be weird bathing in dishwashing liquid.