I’m finally back in New York City and—more importantly—back home. It has been a crazy couple of days. When Sara and I returned to the apartment last Monday night we found it had been left so filthy by our subletter that I couldn’t breathe the air within ten minutes. We sought refuge at a friend’s apartment around the block for the night.
The next two days were filled with cleaning chores. It took the two of us more than sixteen hours spread across more than two days to finally make the place liveable again. It’s still not even all done, but it is finally “good enough.”
In the middle of all of this, several other frustrating things have happened. First, my old iMac G3 failed to boot. Hopeful suspicion leads me to believe it might simply be the CMOS battery which died which shouldn’t be impossible to fix. The next day, while taking a lunch break from our cleaning Sara and I checked on the car only to find a $115 parking ticket. Apparently the car was parked too close to a fire hydrant.
Today we’re finally going to bring our belongings out of storage. We’re both still looking for jobs since our financial resources are continuing to dwindle. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?