Well, I had an exciting afternoon. Home safe and sound. The Jordan Meats Building, directly across the street from our office, went up in flames about 1:30. I watched the fire from an office window when the power went out. Off to the Ladies in case that last flush might be taken. As I came out, I was told "Evacuate!"
If I learned one thing from September 11, it was go and go fast. Besides we have frequent fire drills with the same message. So down the stairs we all went and out on to the street. Towering flames and smoke - all amazing.
Then word came to go home. Seems while I was in the Ladies, appointed wardens went around telling people to pack and leave. The only message I got was to leave.
There were a few of us in the same boat so we waited until the CEO showed up. He had a master key. We were allowed in and out ASAP. Except all the doors had been locked and our security passes wouldn't open them. I had had it. Leaned against a wall in the stifling building and bitched. Finally a key arrived, we got our stuff and left.
It took almost an hour to get out of the garage also across the street from the fire. Streets were gridlocked. All understandable except two cops leaning on a railing at the Customs House, watching a fire and refusing to notice that someone needed to direct traffic.

Drivers were remarkably civilized and I am home safe and sound. Power is coming back on so I guess I will go in tomorrow.

Good news - no one was hurt. The building was being gutted to renovate into a hotel. From what I saw I doubt it is good for anything but razing now.

I need a nap - six flights down, six flights up, six flights down and no air conditioning as well as no lights.