Does it seem like New York is disintegrating as we speak? Yes, it does. Why is that?
BECAUSE ROMANHANS PLANNED HIS VACATION.
Yes, I was actually supposed to fly to Bangkok tomorrow at 3 for a three-week vacation. And then New York shut down. The government shut down, the subway shut down, and my flight was cancelled. Which really didn't matter, because I dropped my passport off at the Myanmar Embassy last week to get a visa -- to pick up today, a day before my flight -- BUT BECAUSE OF THE STORM THEY'RE CLOSED. Which means I wasn't going anywhere.
After 35 minutes on hold with American Airlines this morning, I changed my flight. It's not on the fabulous Cathay Pacific any more. It doesn't stop in Hong Kong on the way back for an 8-hour flight change that'd let me explore a legendary city. No, now it's on American Airlines, where peanuts are an integral part of your dinner. And now, somehow, the trip takes TWO DAYS.
Now I leave on Wednesday. However, I was so certain I was leaving on Tuesday that I RENTED MY APARTMENT ON AIRBNB TO A SWEDISH TOURIST. Which means tomorrow night I spend on someone's couch.
So, while the windows are rattling and rain is seeping in everywhere, I'm trying to clean. I haven't showered. I haven't eaten. I didn't even put on clothes until eight. But I can still do it. I can get this place sparkling clean before Svedka shows up. As long as nobody shuts the power off, I'm