And the L train is down...
Which means that there's nobody in Williamsburg and that the streets belong to me and my dog. Of course it would be nicer if the temperature was above freezing, if I could walk more than 50 yards without coughing up sputem and if the dog didn't try to eat every piece of trash she finds (and there's plenty)
But who am I to complain, ambulatory, free of responsibility and ready to bask in the sunshine.
Read this yesterday on a Chuck Norris site...
"Chuck Norris' tears can cure cancer.... it's such a shame he's never cried"
It made me laugh
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