Went out. It has mostly stopped raining, but the wind is still gusty.
Nothing was open except Mike’s Diner, living up to the 24 Hours Open sign. I walked down to the East River, which was sitting at the very top of the concrete river wall. Another foot, and it’d be spilling over.
As I was walking back home, a power line explode across the street from me. That knocked the adventuresome sense right out of me.
As I type this, I can hear distant banging noises.
