Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

Back when I lived in DC, I would have to get up early in the morning on weekends in order to make sure no one stole my Washington Post. Now, I have to get up early in the morning every day in order to make sure the dog doesn't piss on my Express-News. (It's not the best paper in the world, but it doesn't deserve that sort of treatment.) I'm not sure if this was much of an improvement.