Fine, Actually

I am looking out the window at the monochromatic leaden sky, wet pavement, and toothless crones which typify New Westminster in the fall. Pile upon pile of neglected files are squeaking "read me" with increasing belligerence (note to self: check prescription). This is not to say I am having a bad day. Far from it. Lest I be in doubt on this point I can consider this. That looks like a very bad day.

P-man out.