Hurricane Sandy has confined New York (and myself) to our respective homes. The streets of Brooklyn Heights grew eerily empty after 7pm, when we had all finished scouring the video and alcohol stores (and maybe Trader Joe's too). I'm enjoying the forced hibernation with a stack of The New Yorker, good movies, tea, and letter writing. Now I can only pray that tomorrow's classes (and Wednesday's?) are cancelled too. In the meantime, Nutella pancakes!