The cappuccino was almost too hot, but it felt fantastic on that chilly, wet day. The darkened, late-afternoon sky seemed to be misting the city with a giant Snow-Cone. Normally, a day like this would've depressed me. It was, after all, one of the more depressing days in the year's most depressing month (February), the kind when even the optimists would rather crawl under the covers and the pessimists didn't stand a chance of getting through without a fistful of Zoloft.