"...a good day"

So for the first time in all this I wander out without my mask. 

Dammit. I wasn't about to walk all the way back, and climb them damned stairs. I used my scarf,...muffler on Earth. NYC reg. no elevators if ya housing is under six stories. So they built a bleep load of five story buildings for the oppressed over taxed, and universally fucked over working class!

Where was I?

Right I was getting my mail, and going somewhere. Snow. It was snowing. It got wilder as I stumbled along reading my mail. The New Yorker, and a missive from Social Security. 

They slipped us an extra 1.3% in our pittance. 

Snow swirled around me as I considered the bounty that befell me. 'Least they could do is make it enough to get "fries" with my burger. I slushed on dreaming of the wonders I could get with the vast increase in my fortunes.  I went to my favorite bodega got bread juice assorted crap...and Cookies. Non-sugar knock off Mexican Oreos.

I'm 1.3% richer, and I have Mexican Cookies!

Not only that, but Uncle Joe, and Aunt Harris are going to our new bosses. The Supreme Court just told #45 to drop dead in a One Sentence rebuke. Dismissing his entire scam to steal the Presidency.

Extra pennies cookies a sane government on the way, and snow too. This is a good day indeed.

Note my Fiat Snowometer.

This on top my air conditioner. Been a few years since I had reason to use it. Happy we got a taste of snow around here.