My long, storm-imposed exile from work comes to an end tomorrow. After what was supposed to be a relaxing three-day weekend — and what turned into a considerably less than relaxing nine-day weekend — I go back to the office. I’m just hoping the return to the daily commute won’t be too terrible. Power is still out in parts of Manhattan — and parts of Long Island, including right across the street…and right here, briefly, early this evening. The trains are running on a reduced and modified schedule, and I’ll likely be getting up rather earlier than usual just to catch one into the city.
But there’s a lot I need to do at work. This maybe wasn’t the worst time to have been out, but it was pretty close.
And seriously, we’re going to throw Daylight Savings Time and Election Day into this crazy mix?
I’m not really complaining. Beyond the power going out, and some of the food we had to throw out, we suffered very little damage during the storm. Some siding came off of the house — cosmetic, not structural, damage — and the tree in the front yard lost a bough. Things haven’t returned to normal, not completely. But, for us, they’re getting there. (Lots of people were, and are, not so lucky.)
It’s going to be weird going back to work, but I think weird in a good way.