Cold Feet
I had every intention of visiting Mom today, after Altar Guild. But, by the time I arrived at Main Street I could tell that the temperature was dropping in the middle of the day, something that rarely happens in New York City, even in the winter. I stood on line for my alternate bus, having just missed my other one, for fifteen minutes before I threw in the towel. It was bitter cold and the bus lines could not be trusted to keep to their schedules. I reversed course and ducked back into the subway.