After being battered by Sandy, the city is now in the grip of a Nor’easter till midnight. (This system doesn’t get named since it’s not a tropical storm.)
I missed it on my morning commute because it didn’t arrive till 9 but the day got worse pretty quickly.
It looked dank and windy by mid-morning and when I looked out at the inner courtyard in the late afternoon,
Walking without boots over soggy ground gets unpleasant pretty quickly irrespective of one’s tolerance for cold weather. So when my sneakers started to make squishing sounds as I hurried home over the six blocks from the station, I started to worry about getting frost nip, which seemed horribly embarrassing somehow. I could visualize the headline: Woman survives Midwestern Tundra for 12 years but loses toes to first day of New York winter.