Last night it felt like early spring. Friday was freezing and I began to winterize my windows. The building's thermostat caught up with the Friday temps and last nite was like a sauna. Today is communist gray but mild. I walked around the neighborhood where I work in LIC and it's a combination of amusing and depressing at once, but, at least the hidden under the Seven Train the post office never has a line. A rare NY occurrence. And a postal clerk who loves to show the various stamp collections off. I chose American quilts, Hattie McDowell, and Judy Garland. I was appalled to learn of the Ronald Regan stamp. Perhaps I should buy some and smear black paint all over it.
