Something Ate My Eye!
I was in Madison Square Park with Clara when two things happened at exactly the same time.
Thing 1: something fell from the sky and hit me in the eye.
Thing 2: my phone rang.
201 number. I figured it was the Red Cross. It was. With the accompanying pain in my eye, I figured it would be bad news. It wasn't.
Red Cross representative says the management company's current estimate for me to get back in the apart is Thursday or Friday of next week. I ask what that means - live there, or just be able to go in. She says to live in.
She does, however, share my skepticism about how soon that date is. But it does mean that I'll be allowed to live there again, and am not forced out. So I should assume it will be about a month. But good news, yo.
Thing 1: something fell from the sky and hit me in the eye.
Thing 2: my phone rang.
201 number. I figured it was the Red Cross. It was. With the accompanying pain in my eye, I figured it would be bad news. It wasn't.
Red Cross representative says the management company's current estimate for me to get back in the apart is Thursday or Friday of next week. I ask what that means - live there, or just be able to go in. She says to live in.
She does, however, share my skepticism about how soon that date is. But it does mean that I'll be allowed to live there again, and am not forced out. So I should assume it will be about a month. But good news, yo.