I made a special trip to my old Jersey City apartment today after work so that this woman and her husband could come by at 6 pm to look at the one piece of furniture I hadn’t yet sold. It was a buffet cabinet that used to be in my parents’ house, the only me-related object left in the apartment. (The renovators have already begun painting the walls, and there are paint cans and drop cloths everywhere.) By 6:45 the woman and her husband still hadn’t shown up, and numerous attempts to call her had given me her voicemail. I left one message at 6:15, and at 6:45 I left a second message to tell her I was leaving.

I’ve been feeling all complainy today. I didn’t sleep well last night, part of my fingertip is slightly numb, and I’ve had an intermittent sore throat for the past three weeks, probably a sign that the air-conditioner filters in the new apartment need to be changed. On top of that, this woman wasted an hour and a half of my time this evening, taking into account transit.

She now goes on my double super-secret shit list.

Late yesterday afternoon I was taking some stuff out of my old apartment and down to the trash. While carrying something, I suddenly felt a numbness in my fingertip. I can still feel a slight numbness – it’s on one side of the fingertip of my left middle finger. I tend to be a hypochondriac, but I wonder if it’s carpal tunnel or what? Of course my first thought is “will I need surgery”? But a bit of online research shows that that’s not necessarily the case. I’m such a big worrier when it comes to anything out of the ordinary involving my body. I guess I’ll make a doctor’s appointment if it doesn’t go away.

[Update: It went away in a few days. Nothing to worry about.]

Beautiful panoramic view from the top of the Williamsburgh Savings Bank Building, the tallest building in Brooklyn. (Via Satan’s Laundromat.)