I live in the Brooklyn neighborhood called Park Slope, so named because there is Prospect Park, and then it slopes (since I live in an old building, my apartment slopes right along with the hill!) Usually it’s a pain to haul myself up the slope to go home, but in this hurricane I had zero flooding, and, aside from the lights flickering on and off a few times and hearing wind that sounded pretty darn howly (but in that cool, Wuthering Heights kind of way that I found eery and cozy), there were no ill effects over here. Never again will I curse that hill! Because of this hill, my hurricane day consisted of napping, eating, wine drinking and photo editing in a continuous cycle, and my “post-storm aftermath’ is about four pounds gained and a hangover.

My friends and their dog evacuated here, too; they live mere feet from an evacuation zone, and were worried, so I wasn’t lonely, and over all, it was actually not horrible to be “stuck” inside all day. I’m heart-wrenched over the folks that haven’t been so lucky.

If anyone in NYC needs anything or knows of volunteer opportunities for me, please reach out, otherwise I’ll be dropping by the local shelters to see what I can do.