New York knows I don’t like it and dislikes me back. My flight was cancelled, and I have no idea if I’ll get there at all.
In case I do get there in the midst of a snowstorm, I went and bought myself a hat. My head is enormous and nothing fits. The only hat somewhat generous enough to accommodate my huge head (if I get rid of the hair) looks hideous. And makes me feel like I have a furry animal clutching my scalp.
I also tried to buy thick tights but the store assistant told me the pair I picked wasn’t in stock at their store and they have no idea how it got there. Drama was about to ensue with people investigating the provenance of a pair of opaque (literally and metaphorically) tights, so I just left.