So I’m back from San Francisco, having weathered my sister’s move. I didn’t get to spend much time alone with her though she insists I was a help. I did a lot of unpacking and organizing, sure, but I didn’t get to offer much emotional support other than my mere presence. Perhaps that was all she needed.
I got to celebrate my dad’s birthday and Sophie’s. I went a week without spending any money. I got my shots for Africa from my sister’s concierge doctor. There were definitely some upsides.
Now I’m home, though it appears no one knows. Or cares. I woke up to a dusting of snow. The only person I spoke to today was a ConEd customer service rep. I didn’t leave the building. And if it hadn’t been for my workout and two loads of laundry, I wouldn’t have even left my apartment. I had a bagel for breakfast and canned soup for dinner. Not exactly the glamorous life.
Oh, and did I mention that it’s Friday night?