It is Friday, and since most of this week’s affirmations have been about coffee, in one way or another, why buck a good trend? So today, leaving the house early with the plan to get, yes, coffee (dark roast redeye, largest size) on my way into work, I pull into the car line at a …
It is Thursday. And a friend just told me that when she was handed her morning coffee through a local fast-food restaurant drive-through window, the guy inside yelled to her before she could drive off, so he could give her a plastic spoon. In case, he said, there was anything in the bottom of her …
It is Wednesday. I left my lunch at home, where it continues to sit, even as my stomach is starting to vocally remember the snack I packed, for naught. Then I dropped most of my very tasty large redeye dark roast coffee, picked up on my way in, creating a massive caffeinated puddle on the …
It is Friday. My typical poor snoozing at the beginning of the week has caught up with me here at the opposite end, in a massive way. I am caffeinated straight up one side and 5 Hour Energy-shotted back down the other. But I have a date with sleep post-work, at around 4 p.m. And …
It is Wednesday. Our new couch arrived last night with our other furniture, already days late, and with center springs sprung. It’s like sitting in a cushioned pit that makes dramatic popping noises, apparently to draw more attention still to its basic failings. A whole lot of moderately expensive worthless, in other words. So this …
It is Tuesday. My allergies are giving me pure-T fits and a lengthy errand has gotten me late into work, and now firmly behind the 8-ball. But I do have a shot of espresso in my Starbucks dark roast, not that the would-be oomph is gonna make any real difference in my day, since there …
It is Monday. So, after a weekend that was, more often than not, involved in steam-cleaning, and re-steam cleaning, carpets in the never-ending fight against six beloved pets’ worth of constant carpet abuse, Big Kitty walks over to one wall and yaks all down it, into said carpet. Then he staggers back a little, and …
On the way into work this sunny, bright morning, I glimpsed Monday, sallow and grubby and gaunt, crouched in a weedy wet ravine by the side of the road. Several giddy schoolchildren, waiting on a late bus, were roundly beating him with sticks as passing motorists slowed and cheered. Tough luck for now, Monday. Tough …
“Ain’t no dark till something shines.” The late, great, exquisitely broken Townes Van Zandt said that, in a song, and what a damn song. And he sure as hell knew one end of dark from the other. I interviewed him once, back in my other lifetime working in newspapers, and he cried as he spoke, …