I was taking a class in nyc, possibly through Cornell. During the class we get notified that there’s a gargantuan flood heading our way. Lisa and I find a box truck to try to get out of the city. She drives us to one of the tunnels, but she’s cursing and tries to turn around; i ask if she meant to take us here. Clearly a tunnel isn’t the best place to be during a flood.

At anias or some place similar. Lisa and I are watching a video my brother is streaming from a baseball game in town on my phone. It’s probably new york, hes probably in Queens at a mets game and we’re in harlem. I think we’re in the dining room, looking towards the living room.

Lisa asks how I know the games going well, and I explain how I know. Maybe I elaborate on how a pitcher striking everyone out is okay but it leaves nothing for everyone else to do and maybe it would be good to spread the effort around the team so the pitcher isnt the only one tired. But what do I know I dont really care for sports.