Philly may legitimately be the 7th level of hell right now, and it’s about to freeze over. This should help. Well, not really. If anything it hammers the fact that places like this actually exist and here I am blogging in my boxers on the last can of tuna about to not be able to leave the house for the next 6 days. Not that I was going anywhere, anyway. But still. It’s the thought that counts.