These things, these hurricanes, like the one aiming for the East Coast now, are strange events. Right now in midtown Manhattan, it’s sunny, though humid. In 48 hours though, I expect to see the Wicked Witch of the West flying by. The waiting for this thing to get going is the hardest part. It feels like a speed bump in the course of my life. Who knows what it will actually be when all is said and done. I’m hoping that I can get some reading done–and try to catch up on sleep, despite the howling winds and driving rains.