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Looks like another beautiful afternoon in the Upper Bay.  The Verrazano Narrows Bridge looks happy, if a little hazy.  The sun is gorgeous and the humidity is downright pleasant.

Zoiks.

We live in the Financial District.  I have a front row seat – a south facing view.  If I were going to stick around in my 43rd floor apartment, I would have an unrestricted view of what is apparently a Cat2 hurricane as she rolls directly over New York City.  This will be the first time this has happened in, oh, ninety years.

But I’m not staying in my south-facing 43rd floor apartment with the unrestricted view of the Upper Bay.  Marjorie has been quite firm on this.  Fair enough.  I’ll gaf-tape the windows and tape the shower curtain over the entertainment centre just in case.  The windows are rated for 100mph, but you never know.  That 100mph probably doesn’t include shrapnel.

We’ll mosey up to the Barans’, who should be cozy in the Flatiron District.  We’ll spend Saturday and probably Sunday night there.  Get some work done.  Play some dominoes.  We’re undecided about tonight.  The trains will shut down at noon tomorrow, and we don’t want to get caught in a pinch.  You never know.

So I’m packing a few days worth of clothes, the laptop and the most important drives, and of course the cameras.  I’ll definitely bring my rain gear, because I suspect there may be some sights worth shooting this weekend.

Now… where can I pick up a shotgun and a broadsword for the imminent zombie incursion?

It’s pretty common during major events like this for digital lines to go down (thank you, AT&T), so if I don’t post for a bit, hang in there.  Don’t panic, is what I’m saying.  We’re New Yorkers, after all.