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, …
It is Wednesday, and last night’s string of thrashing, flashing, flooding storms crawling across the Southeast didn’t get me, no. I’m hardly making light(ning) here of the devastation often literally rained down on others, or even going out of my way to tempt those dastardly Fates, as more potential ugliness will be rolling through our …