Randy’s office at 55 Water next to the East River in Lower Manhattan is still off the grid, waterlogged, and inaccessible until further notice. He’s been on conference calls several times a day since Sandy marched on out. It may be weeks before he can get back in–who knows. We are hoping that the structure is sound and it won’t be too long. We are unbelievably fortunate, given the horrible state of much of the Tri State area.
About twelve hours after our power came back on, our furnace died. We’ve been without heat for about 40 hours. The repairman was supposed to be here yesterday, but he is having a hard time finding fuel to travel here. Stations around here are out of gas, too. It’s going to get colder tonight but we are doing ok. The fireplace keeps the living room warm and yesterday we cleaned the oven, which brought the temperature up about 7 degrees. Plus the oven is clean.
Hopefully we will get the furnace fixed tomorrow.
As for my recovery, I am working on it. I will start teaching again next week. It’s been nice to be incognito, and I’m enjoying it a little too much. Fighting a little sad time. Anxious to have the treatment plan finalized and the new body finished.
So I’ve decided I need another project. Another recital, in the spring or summer this time.