A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes

We awoke at 6:30 this morning to the most beautiful sound known or imaginable to humankind: a garbage truck.

"Patience," indeed.

After almost two weeks without pickup left half the city with chest-high piles of garbage and trash blowing through the streets, seeing cleanup crews was like Christmas morning, your birthday, and the last day of the school year rolled into one.

It will take a long time before the crews get the city back to any semblance of "normally" dirty--i.e., clean enough so you don't notice the trash and can focus instead on not stepping in dog shit. And so far, it's not clear that they have made any progress in the 16th Arr. beyond our one tiny street. But at this point, I'll take what I can get.

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