This morning I left my apartment around 5:30 to head to the airport. Bahamas on the horizon. Across the street were roughly ten cops, some milling around, others moving into the building. Seems like a lot of cops for pretty much any reason given how causally they were moving. I’ll probably never find out what that was all about..

On the Long Island Expressway a woman in a Prius (of all cars), hit the median after swerving and drifting back and forth across lanes. She had been playing solo bumper cars with the inside of the midtown tunnel, having hit the side (or curb) about four times. At first it seemed like bad driving, then careless driving, then truly reckless driving; but after she hit the median on the highway and came off the ground it was clearly drunk driving. I felt compelled to call it in in the interest of public safety, which may very well have saved her life as well. The Uber driver congratulated me on a “good job” 

It is what is.