I’m slowly – slooooooooowly – getting back into work.
Used to lecture on these really arcane areas of the law to get my name out there and meet clients and I was invited to do so again by this great company that I used to lecture for alla the time, Lawline.com.
So the other day, I put on a suit for like the fourth time in three years and took the train downtown.
The receptionist gave me a warm smile.
Her: Hey Logan, long time, no see. How’ve you been?
Me: You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.
Gave my lecture and said hello to a buddy of mine that works there before I left.
It was an hour lecture, so for an hour, I didn’t think about the kid, Alison, or my dad. I had a job to do and I did it. It felt good. Weird, but good.
I texted my sister-in-law to see if she was free for a cuppa joe.
Me: Yo! I’m in Wall Street at 61 Broadway. Is that near you at all?
Her: Hiya. Yea I’m not too far. Do you know the Oculus? I can meet you at the winter garden.
The last time I was there, I was with some girl – don’t remember who – driving a beat-up BMW and showing her the World Trade Centers.
What was that? 17, 18 years ago? A lifetime ago, as always.
In any case, met up with my sister-in-law, who bought me a diet coke.
Her: That stuff’s terrible for you.
Me: (shrugging) I like it better than the alternative.
We talked about stuff. Not Alison. Everything else. That was weird too.
Thanked her for the drink and company and made my way back home.
I felt almost as if Alison would be there waiting for me when I got home. Like she was after alla my other lectures. She used to always say the same thing with such joy and love:
But she wasn’t home. The kid was out. The Gymgirl was at school. Came home to an empty and completely quiet apartment.
So, as I hung my keys on the key rack, I said to no one, except maybe Harold,
Hey. I’m back. Kinda.
Location: At the Oculus a few days ago
Mood: still injured
Music: And times when you’re all alone all you do is think