Friends and enemies, I tell you in candor and abashed, that was the most harrowing four day period of my life. The ups, the downs, the comings, the goings, the uncertainty, the anxiety. The Wait. The second-and third-guessing of my decision to stay. And then the no guessing for being Trapped. That was a four day frisson like a fucking muscle cramp.
I thought of nothing else. I could not think of anything else. I tried to read yesterday but it was too distracting, you know, the background noise, the wind, the rain, the ear drum sucking, the concern that the power would go out at any moment, calling and taking calls and texts from family and friends, clients. I was in front of the computer or on the phone just constantly refreshing the models and websites.
That was pain in my assholes.
I thought of nothing else. I could not think of anything else. I tried to read yesterday but it was too distracting, you know, the background noise, the wind, the rain, the ear drum sucking, the concern that the power would go out at any moment, calling and taking calls and texts from family and friends, clients. I was in front of the computer or on the phone just constantly refreshing the models and websites.
That was pain in my assholes.
