What’s the matter this morning? Your chicken taste like pork? Your Yes ballot sizzling away like a water drop on a hot plate? Or maybe doing a little tango with yourself over your contribution to the No side? This should give us all some perspective.
And in the meantime, mark your calendars for summer 2033, when we’re all old and grey and full of sleep, and the city is duking it out with whatever company is grinding our public infrastructure down to a dull nub.
