Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset . . .Miss Hag. would like to apologize to her readers (that means you, g8s). She has been slacking on her posts for the past two weeks.
New Yorkers are selfish about time. Outsiders talk about how fast paced the city is and how it's inhabitants are crazed stress balls. This is true and not true at the same time. Living in New York is a complex equation of hemorrhaging money to slumlords, creating livable homes with limited space and finding efficient walking paths to destinations that are fast and attractive.
If my time were a change jar, then someone just brought it to the penny arcade at Commerce Bank while I was snoozing because I seem to be broke again. If you need to find me, I'll be at the Qi Gong massage place across the street.
Look and she's gone.