(The system works) I reported the pothole that unbiked me. And it’s already filled! I suppose an ideal would be to have roadways which never have any potholes, or where they’re filled before anybody goes flying. But that’s not realistic, and I’m happy to live in a city where stuff gets fixed swiftly once reported, and where the police department shows up in minutes to help a downed Madisonian. (People are good) One of my dearest, oldest friends heard about the accident and had a box of food from Katz’s shipped to me. I have seldom felt more truly known and understood. Convalescence pastrami is among the highest forms of pastrami.
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