My rule for posting has been not to miss a day. In the words of my friend who started me writing
If you miss one day, you can miss two. If you miss two, it’s all over.
Words to live by. Our habits define a big part of who we are. I hope people don’t mind my back-posting today.
Downtown Manhattan is without power, water, internet, etc. The hallways and staircases of apartment buildings like mine are pitch black. Without connections we don’t really know what’s going on beyond our immediate environment. I’m writing from a connection in mid-town.
No one is complaining. In fact, the mood is neighborly, as I see it.
Electrical power, plumbing, and internet connection don’t make us who we are. What we do and our relationships do.