Fragged: A piece of my morning

I've had a great commute since I moved closer to the office. And none too soon as I spend far more time huddled at my desk these days than I do cradling the economy size bottle of Jameson that Doomeru brought me for housewarming. It's about a six minute stumble to the PATH station, where I look up at this and start thinking about work again:

It's just about the best cure for a Thursday hangover that I can think of. Happy Friday.