That was one of sayings my good pal PGuy always told me when I felt down.  Last night's flight into LaGuardia was awful.  I left our office in Orlando at 6pm and didn't walk into the door until 1am.  Needless to say, sleeping five hours after a long week, only to venture out into the rainy morning was good cause for some frowning.

But when I got out of work today, the weather was absolutely spectacular, the perfect fall temperature in the 50's and after-rain briskness.  Guess I got tired of sunny Florida.  And it's Friday.  And I'm in the *city*.  I walked out of the office feeling just perfect and had to snap a few shots on my handy phone.