Since here we are still stuck in the ice age, I thought to make me a granita. And I 'almost thought I saw an army of penguins marching forward the goose-step, led by a huge St. Bernard. I do not know, maybe it's just hallucinations, the first signs of hypothermia, it goes without saying that they are moments that leave no room for the great good humor. After the deluge that saw me pass in my apartment on board the ark, a condition which has become necessary since the excess of zeal, with which two months ago and 'was completed Pharaonic action of re-roofing of the entire building, the torrential rain and 'stop and left the air a hood that casts doubt on alternating impenetrable gray of day and night. Under these conditions the spring, between the ambulance and the siren warble only a concerto for horn, sponsored by UPS truck parked in the street, I'm looking out the window, with activity 'in brain stand by while sipping a coffee that smacks of soil and moss. Not that there's anything interesting out there, apart from the traffic jam, but maybe moving images rise up a bit 'of numbness from my exhausted brain cells. Gulp. I observe. A guy is running on the sidewalk a moment ... oops ... did their shoes ... and wearing only a pair of underpants and a T-shirt. Behind him one of China's roaring laughter that follows him with an umbrella in hand.
Good Morning New York!
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