Day four.

I had to go back and change yesterday’s entry, where I thought I’d been here for four days. I hadn’t. Now I have. It feels like I’ve been here for a long time.

I am now wearing the long underwear. And there’s a transit strike. Everybody seems to be in a good mood, but I think that’s because one morning where you have to figure out how to get into the city, carpooling with strangers, walking fifty-something blocks, is kind of fun and exciting and different. I wonder what it’ll be like tomorrow, when they all have to get up and do it again.