Today is like a huge belated card from Friday the 13th. Friday totally overslept, missed his big day, he’s so sorry! To make up for it, though, here are some of the doozies he’s already sent our way.
Westchester is having serious power problems, schools have lost power and are sending bewildered kids home, whose parents are at work in the city and cannot figure out how to get back there because hey! Metro-North is having huge problems thanks to a derailed train! Oh, and a truck flipped over on the GW Bridge, so the city has restricted truck travel from the bridges because of the high winds that are barreling down the rivers!
And hey, on a personal level, I scratched my cornea! I don’t know what I did when I was sleeping (I usually reserve clawing my eyes out to WEEKEND sleep?) but I did something. All morning, my right eye has gotten steadily more inflamed and painful, stinging every time I blink. I’m wearing my glasses instead of contacts which, HEY! Has been SO much fun in the rain! Really! Thanks! And now, even though our magazine is on deadline, I have a 4 PM eye doctor’s appointment to see if I need salve, or antibiotics, or a patch. Yeah, A PATCH. Just strap a parrot to my shoulder and pass the rum, me hearties. I’ll be your local urban pirate, totally lacking in depth perception! Fun!
I also have my volunteering gig tonight, which was already complicated by the fact that we’re two days behind deadline in closing the magazine so I was going to be jumping ship for my committment at 5:30PM anyway. Now the entire evening is thrown into uncertainty by what the doctor will say. Can I really read to kids with an eyepatch on? Should I go home after the appointment and rest my eye?
Thanks, FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH. You rule. PSYCHE.