One good thing, one bad thing

One good thing about New York: Christmas trees are for sale every few blocks and the air smells wonderfully of pine as you walk down the street. Visions of Christmas (and sugarplums) dance in my head.

One bad thing about New York: my downstairs neighbor has two yowling dogs that won't shut up. These are the same dogs that lunged at me the first time I saw them and snarled. Visions of apartment complex dog mauling completely freak me out in my head.