Sunday is for catching my breath

Woke up at seven, somehow, this morning, got dressed (bathed last night after Halloween), and left Brooklyn. It was still way early when I got to the city so I sat where I am now, in the TTG office, for a while. Tim came by and we had a chat.

Then I went to church, and saw lots of old anonymous friends. These faces were familiar because I knew them, not because I was just seeing so many people. That was how Friday worked. Every single person I passed looked like someone I knew. Sensory overload. Is that a thing, recognizing strangers?

I also had a chocolate croissant and a Snapple from the deli I used to go to this morning. The people who work there used to be Asian but now they are Middle Eastern. But they’re still the same people. The nice lady behind the counter is the same nice lady, but of a different nationality. How’d they do that?

I’m pretty exhausted. I was awake 36 hours on my flight day, slept nine that night, wore myself way way out yesterday being a mime, slept way too little, and now it’s mid-afternoon and I’m so ready for bed.

Tim told me what he knows about credit, being the somewhat recent leasor (?) of a rather upscale apartment in…Hell’s Kitchen I guess? It was comforting to have some hard facts (if anecdotal), but also really scary because without a co-signer it seems he would not be living where he is right now. On the plus side, a quick dip into Nolita last night made me realize that the edge of the LES isn’t bad at all. In fact it’s nice.

Going to go get some lunch (pizza) and stroll around SoHo. I could describe more of what’s happened so far, but I’m just exhausted.