What's more fun than coming home in 18-degree weather? Knowing it's warmer than the forecast high for tomorrow! Yay! I can't complain too much. Our office is very warm (supposedly that's being looked into; it wasn't quite as kiln-like today as yesterday), so I think the residual heat from that kept me going until I got into Grand Central; on exiting the train in Queens I made a quick dart into Key Foods, then hustled home. It feels comfortable in here, and I think I've been home long enough that it isn't just the contrast with outdoors. Can I say how grateful I am that the furnace is working? It was out for a few days over Christmas, when it wasn't that bad out. We're in good shape here.
I'm also really glad I didn't have to fly today. Because,
landing in the Hudson River when it's 20 degrees, not so fun, I bet. We heard about it at work--I think someone saw a Twitter before an actual news update. My thoughts were a) Thank heavens everyone escaped safely, b) I'm never going to fly a regional jet again, and c) Wow, the life rafts and stuff really work? That's great; who knew? I suppose if you're going to ditch into a river, the river to pick is an intensely populated one with lots of ferries nearby. I'm also glad that none of the execs who had been visiting our office were on board.
This week is our office's grand opening. We had a big party last night at a space in SoHo. It was fun, and the food was good, but it was really loud. Part of the atmosphere was also a colored-light background that would keep shifting: now we're all bluish, now we're all green, now things are rosy, etc. Some of the guests found this a wee bit uncomfortable; the blue-green shift was especially troubling. But it was nothing a few more vodka tonics couldn't fix.
OK, time to eat some leftovers and catch up with my online world.