transmissions from a compromised antenna

Back in New York and everything is gray or brick brown. It took an hour and a half for the cab to get me home through endless BQE traffic. I came home and ate and passed out into a sort of coma and only now, some ten hours later, are the myriad things I need to do taking form and reality again. Things are good, though. New Years in New York should be amazing this time. Many friends will be here. Year of the snake, I hear. Auspicious...