So as Kid President would say, I ventured up the block to get some fresh "air comin' frew muh nose". There wasn't much life out there but my own, and that was okay. Most times, that's all a person really needs anyway. I was lucky enough to catch the Crossroads Coffeehouse within twenty minutes of closing shop, thus toted some afternoon treats back to the lair.
Today was grand in its next-to-nothingness.