For all the stink people made about this hurricane, it really wasn’t that big of a deal. A couple downed trees, some wind & rain, I don’t think the power went out–I wouldn’t know–I slept through the worst of it.
I definitely didn’t need a month supply of peanut butter and tuna.
I wish I could say I wasn’t hungover right now from too many beers, hurricanes & shot(s?) of Jameson from the Hurricane party…but we each dealt with our fear and apprehension about the storm in different ways. I won’t judge yours if you don’t judge mine.
Today looks like a beautiful day in the neighborhood, so I am going to get myself together and make the most of my last day before classes start!
To bartenders, the new postal workers
(because bars are always open, not because they are going to shoot you)
“Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.”
~NOT the postal motto, but engraved on the outside of the James A. Farley Post Office building at 8th Avenue & 33rd Street in New York, New York. This phrase was a translation by Prof. George H. Palmer, Harvard University, from an ancient Greek work of Herodotus describing the Persian system of mounted postal carriers c. 500 B.C.