The System Still Works A Little Bit

I feel asleep reading and woke up sleeping and got up to fall asleep again, and at 1:59 a.m. I was looking at dopey stuff on the Intertubes when the cat and I heard a scraping noise—the little town has a snowplow out tidying up the street. It was good to see. Now, the borough council here is a mixed group, but pretty together as a whole. And the borough manager (they're the people who really run small towns) is a smart, good guy. And if the crews are out getting things right in the small hours after a big storm, well, that's kind of cool. I'm a little concerned about the polity at the national level but here in Kennett Square, Pennsylvania, we're hard at work getting the snow off the street. If you want to interpret this to mean that I think government should be small, but at least big enough to clear the snow away and accomplish other desirable group goals, that would be a reasonable opinion. At any rate, if I can't be blissfully asleep, it's almost as blissful to be awake to see my tax money at work getting the streets clear in the middle of the night. Heartening, you know? The plow driver is out there, doing it, getting the streets clear, and I'm working to notice and appreciate it, and to some extent all's right with the world.