So maybe, these weeks, I’ve been dreaming. Desperate to avoid news coverage, all the election shouting and slinging and an unimaginable tragedy on the Upper West Side.
And it’s possible I’ve been walking through my days with a singular focus, a steady determination to finish each task and move on to the next one without looking around me at all.
And maybe it’s been a bit like holding my ears, shaking my head, and la-la-la-ing, as I’ve needed to retreat, retreat, and ignore.
Now a Sandy storm is raging, wake up, Melissa, wake up.
But before I do. Look. This statue in the Boston Commons. And the famous Little Miss M fluttering through her living room. And, in a way, me. Lighter and free-er and less worried and more like someone I used to be.