At this point, I am forced to assume that other people are driving into my car for recreational purposes. To them, this constitutes a form of enrichment. Well, that’s OK. Soon I will motorize and wheelerize my Dumpster, and then I’ll be unstoppable. Mad, they called me!! Mad!!! Augury of the day: The shape of the flight of birds, or actually just the one bird — in particular that rock-dove née pigeon (a being normally possessed of of the most sublime form of idiocy, an ultimately enviable state of divinity) when it finally gives up on trying to outrun you on the sidewalk and reluctantly deigns to take wing for the first time all day.