I hear the tales of both cities, of light pockets and heavy hearts

Between catching up on unexpected sleep and dealing with equally unexpected stress, I feel most of my week worked out to a kind of null state where I'm not sure what I got done beyond my job and re-reading three-fifths of the Chronicles of Prydain, but this afternoon it is still snowing as it should be in New England around this time of year and spatch just got word that all his persistence with the Department of Unemployment Assistance finally, literally paid off after three months of escalating nonsense of bureaucracy, so I have decided that today, at least, is not yet fired.