got to work at 7:30 a.m. arrived back at home just now — 11:20 p.m.
during the insanity that strikes 2 days before earnings, 5 days before a board meeting, got a call from godmother who told me a family member is gravely ill.
she said it was my decision as to whether to pass on the information to my parents, in particular, my dad, who is so volatile that news of this form could set him on yet another bender, less than 2 weeks after his most recent recovery. so i said a quick prayer, and emailed my mom with the news.
stayed locked up in my windowless office doing endless changes to some bullshit script that will barely be used.
i knew my own little predicament was not life or death. yet, selfishly, i was more distressed by the fact that i was dinnerless, breakless, and without meaningful assistance than i was about the fact that a man who people i love love was (and still is) fighting for his life at a hospital somewhere in new jersey.
couldn’t find the number for car service.
had no cash in wallet.
walked to duane reade to get half and half (to replace the sour one i opened this morning).
10:30 pm on a tuesday night in august. it was hades outside, i was in midtown and there were tourists everywhere.
i hated them all!
i got the 1/2 and 1/2. plus tums, lightbulbs and paper towels, and cashback.
the taxi driver was the fucking worst. took me on a labyrinthine course to the west village.
poor aretha was starving alone in the dark. i fed her first, and then came over here to my compie to post this.