This week has been very, very odd. Granted, sleep was in short supply after the shocks & horrors of Tuesday night but I just presumed that I would get on with life la la la.
Instead, although I have been trying to do just that, it’s been rather as though I am gliding through a facsimile of it. This morning I discovered a whole raft of emails and Twitter DMs from Wednesday morning that I clearly read at the time, but about which I have absolutely no recollection of receiving.
On Wednesday I was supposed to attend a lunch on a boat leaving from the Chelsea Piers. I arrived five minutes late, couldn’t find anyone and, after fifteen minutes, just left. What was I thinking? That night I fell asleep on the sofa at 630pm, exhausted & wrung out.
And now it’s Friday. We still haven’t been let back into the apartment, which means that clothes that had a chance of salvage are probably beyond redemption.
More pressing tho has been the need to find somewhere to stay. Judy is at her boyfriend’s place in Gramercy. Darling Jill left her door open for me the night of the fire and I have been staying in her studio since which is not ideal for her, as it is categorically a space for one tidy person.
Then the London PR for The Peninsula in New York got in touch (rain blessings on her head) and kindly offered me tonight & tomorrow in the hotel. I am so, so grateful.
From Sunday Judy & I are dogsitting together for seven days in Gramercy, and after that I’m going to be hopping between various NY hotels for the rest of the month, and you’ll be able to read about it on LLG and elsewhere.