Titan turned into a toddler leaving barely enough dust on the ground to show the outline of a footprint. The media has packed up their hype and stored it under their desks just in case they get the chance to run the rest of the alphabet in the few weeks left to winter.

This morning we’re left with only breakfast decisions rather than waiting for the chain call about late openings and delayed shipments. This may go out like a lamb after all.

So following the Oscars and Pharrel’s front row dance with Amy Adams and Meryl Streep, and along with Ellen’s tweeted selfie with her celebrity audience, we’re left with Matthew McConaughey’s acceptance speech for Best Actor to enjoy:

“So, to any of us, whatever those things are, whatever it is we look up to, whatever it is we look forward to, and whoever it is we’re chasing, to that I say, ‘Amen.’ To that I say, ‘All right, all right, all right.’ To that I say ‘just keep living.”

What could be so bad about that?

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Winter in New York City, 1947
Photo: Art Whittaker/New York Daily News

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