on such a winter's day

I'm back to coming in late, leaving early, and taking extended lunch breaks, yet it still seems as if time has come to a standstill. Today marks the fourth consecutive idle day of work. Sure, I'm getting paid to do nothing, but it turns out, it's far worse than it sounds (and yes, I admit to naively wishing for such "leisure time" myself in the past). I'm trapped in my dreary, stuffy cubicle for hours on end, with only the internet and the occasional stroll to chat with colleagues to save me from getting caught up in ideas, or plagued by boredom, or worse...

Outside, winter has finally hit, and it's brutally cold, but perhaps it's only intolerable because it exceeds the comfort level for New Yorkers (?). But I've been braving it and going back and forth to Brooklyn, spending almost equal amounts of time in Brooklyn and the City, which makes me wonder whether the appeal of my city apartment has expired...

And the other day, on discovering that there are a number of people out there whom I don't know but who know of me, I realized that I can no longer depend on the illusion of anonymity based on premise that since I know a very limited number of people, I must be largely invisible...