A very strange week indeed, as later account will detail. For now, I’m camping out at my friend Arminda’s house, since my apartment building has neither hot water, nor heat, nor light in the public areas. Most disconcerting. If the garbage weren’t being taken away daily, I’d think something was wrong. (Attention non-New Yorkers: Yes, this is how you know. Big city. Stuff goes wrong. Could be worse; I could live in the one that blew up yesterday.)