Weather! Coming soon in a storm surge near you!

So NYC has shut down all public transit in breathless anticipation of hurricane. I do not say this accusingly; it makes sense to take precautions, and I'd honestly rather EPIC PREPAREDNESS and a storm that fizzles before it hits us to, y'know, New Orleans. I have willingly stranded myself in my parents' apartment in Manhattan rather than my own place in Brooklyn because 1. less likelihood of power going out for days on end, 2. easier access to essential services in the event the subway system remains nonfunctional for multiple days, and 3. my roommate's family live in an evacuation zone and are therefore evacuating into our apartment, and I really don't want to spend several days stuck in a not-very-large apartment with several complete strangers and their exceptionally large dog. Especially if power goes out and subways don't work. That's just a recipe for a roommate break-up, and it is far too early in our roommate relationship to withstand those conditions. Being stuck in an even smaller apartment with my parents might not be ideal, but I'm already accustomed to fighting with them, it's not like it will cause a drastic strain on our existing relationship.

I do miss my bed, though. I had not wanted to revisit this couch again so very soon after leaving it for a bed of my very own. Alas.

On the plus side, extended enforced inside time without much to do = maybe actually writing fic? Anything is possible!