The Blizzard that Wasn't
I came home in the snow yesterday and Frank had made veggie stew and I made cranberry salsa cornbread which Frank said was the best cornbread I've ever made.
After nightfall the snow accumulation was around 2.7 inches, and Frank started saying "Bah humbug!" to all the Blizzard hoopla.
This was my favorite Tweet last night from the New Yorker cartoonist.
Did all the Instagram and Facebook Blizzard postings crash their systems?
The nurse Kim at the methadone clinic where I work called me at 4:58 am this morning to tell me that she would not be going in to the clinic, but then she walked from Chelsea. The Clinic Director Tom spent the night at the clinic last night so that he could open it. My boss called me after 7:00 am and told me to go in and she'd reimburse my cab fare.
There were no cabs to be had and the subways were not yet running, so I walked through the snow. It was pretty but cold, windy, and snowy.
I walked by the old Police Hall which I somehow think was in Ghost Buster.
And since no one from Security showed up to operate the elevator for the two patients who showed up at the methadone clinic, I made a sign telling them to call us and we'll come down and get them. But it was too cold for the tape to work outside by the elevator. So I put the sign on a pile of garbage bags near the elevator.
One of my least favorite parts of snow storms is when garbage pick up stops.
I did an admission for a patient at the methadone clinic today.
Ain't no dedication like Greenwich House methadone clinic dedication. I love these patients.
