Today is the coldest day of the year, said
Trenton. Daniele was making coffee and the
cat, Yucky, had barfed on the floor during
the night. The barf was covered with a paper
towel but yet uncleaned.

I said goodbye to them and walked to 59th
to catch the N. Everyone was happy. Sunday
is hit or miss. There's either an atmosphere
of recovery or healthy cheer. One of these
moods will always dominate. Today it was
the good one.

And it was cold. Also, windy. A small hairy
dog being walked along 6th Avenue blew
forward like a tumbleweed. I worried that
old people and the models in town for Fashion
Week might blow over. The local Hot & Crusty
was packed with people ordering pizza for
breakfast. Obama won three more states.



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