90 degrees plus, almost every day. It's oppressive to walk even one block.
Today I have a dermatologist appointment in midtown. I think of canceling but I did that already last week. My doctor is freezing off some pre-cancerous thing above my left eye so I really should go.
This morning I read an eye-opening article in The Atlantic about our unnecessary obsession with cleaning surfaces. It gives me the courage to finally take the subway.
I am wearing my highly protective but incredibly hot and uncomfortable N95 mask.
It's been four and a half months since I was last here, and I immediately notice the colorful new floor designs, every six feet.
The subway is pretty empty with mostly everyone wearing a mask.
And even at Grand Central, most people there have their faces covered — with the notable exception of these two police officers.
I don't think I've ever seen Grand Central this empty in the middle of the day.
It gives me comfort.
I walk a few blocks to my doctor's office and arrive dripping in sweat. And, I'm an hour early. But the office is empty, and the kind receptionist puts me in an air-conditioned exam room.
I'm almost disappointed when my doctor comes in a few minutes later.
The subway ride home is even emptier than the ride going. And the car is spotless.
My first subway ride in months, and I can honestly report that it was just fine. Still, I highly doubt it will become a regular thing.
My only complaint — and it's a small one — waiting in the sweltering heat for the train to arrive.
But that, of course, has nothing to do with COVID.
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