Get up. Eat breakfast at the place around the corner where the middle-aged gay waiters call you sweetness and want to know what it is you're reading (answer: a textbook. Not exciting.)
Order fruit. Eat around the cantaloupe and honeydew. It tastes like wine has spilled on it. More probable: on its way out.
Finish coffee and reading the Declaration of Independence. Make note to tell people that they should read the D of I before Election Day--it makes you feel that good about the world.
Decide to never, ever call it "the D of I" again.
Walk to the library. Tug on the door. Realize that your phone and your watch show different times. Realize that one of the problems to living alone is that no one is around to tell you these things.
Collect yellow ginkgo leaves on the way home.
Go home. Give the dog a bone. Tack the leaves to the horse board. Work and actually accomplish [some] stuff.
Take the dog for a run. Get stopped by a woman asking for directions. Realize that you can't help her because you know so little about this town. Send her in the general direction of Michigan Ave. and keep going.
Roast squash with rosemary oil and sage. Eat a whole mess of it. Save some for breakfast.
Grade two portfolios. Feel a sense of smug self-satisfaction. Abandon the remainder in favor of The Simpsons. Laugh out loud at the line about all pumpkins being racist.
Get excited about the possibility of coffee with Lizard tomorrow, voting on Tuesday, and hitting the road back to Western New York with the B on Wednesday.
It's going to be a good week, I think.
All pumpkins are racist, it's just that some of us are actually willing to admit it!
ReplyDeleteHeh heh. I liked when he scooped Skinner's brains.
WOAH! It's important! And what with the memory-enhancing ginkgo leaves, you won't forget! Though you may have to eat them for that effect.
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