Reasons for a brighter outlook?

I. The Statesman did do a feature on Coach Wilson after all (yesterday) and even put it on the front page, although below the fold. II. When we arrived home on pickup day, the lid of our odious and odiferous City-issued plastic trashcan was open, not closed. When it's closed, that usually means that some neighborly dog-walking passerby has tossed a plastic sleeve full of canine excretory products into the trashcan rather than walk home with it and dispose of it there. The current sleeve of choice is the blue one used to protect a home-delivered New York Times from dissolving in spray from automatic lawn sprinklers. Nobody would walk around with a plain old Statesman sleeve these days. III. The yard still has alliums, way more returning Dutch tulips than could ever be expected, Tubergen's Gem species tulips, and lots of ipheion. There are fattening buds on more and more Dutch iris plants, and the neighbor's spirea is more spectacular than it has ever been. Our anemones all turned out to be blue and purple, but we have beautiful red-orange and saffron ranunculus flowers. IV. There was tremendous noise from a choque last night, complete with immediate helicopter, EMS, and police racket. This was shortly after 2 a.m. "Luckily" we were already awake, thanks to the noise-making efforts of the tenants across the way (super-loud key-blipper, repeated loud door slams from the multi-vehicle household, drunken conversations, and unmuffled late-model BMW coming and going from nightfall to dawn). This morning's radio stations report that some tractor-trailer turned over and blocked three lanes. We'll know more when we see the local daily tomorrow. V. Lupe, the neighbors' funny ginger tabby cat, has taken to reclining in a demilune window-basket suspended over the side of a five-foot fence. We call it her sidecar.