Well, I'm starting another day in the big fruit place, and the first thing that I wanted to do was visit with you all here.
It is sooooo cold. Just brutal, in the upper 30sF and winds high enough to blow my purse off my shoulder. Being from Michigan, I know I was able to deal with this in the past, but after 15 years in Florida that capability no longer exists. Kudos, Kathy, for being able to handle it. I admit that having a nicer variety of clothes to wear beyond shorts, skirts, and short sleeve tops is attractive, but OMG. Cold hurts.
I don't have a lot of time to write, but wanted to let you know that the interview went wonderfully. We wowed each other. She was so nice, and at the end of the half hour she was at her computer writing the second recommendation letter to send my insurance company. Here we are as I left.
This is the nondescript entrance to the building on 7th Avenue. The clinic is on the 12th floor, and you would never know about the bustling practice that's going upstairs.
That lady looks really cold.
I was elated by how well it had gone, but was headed for a wall. We left the office and went to the Empire State Building, which was pretty cool, but after a while there my energy levels bottomed out, and my mood with it. We'd been up since 4am and the stress of traveling, the excitement of the consultation, and the cold just drained the last power from my battery. Add in a couple of minor misgendering incidents, and the cruel way the wind was doing its best to make sure everyone could see my receding hairline, and I hit bottom. It was nothing like a meltdown, but it was a pretty black mood. We schlepped back south in the underground tubey thing and collapsed in the hotel.
Things did improve later when we went out to eat and we ladies were treated like ladies. So after a good nights sleep all is well again. And my wife is sighing about me wasting time here instead of getting moving, so I'd better go. More later!
Stephanie
