It’s three thirty in the afternoon and I haven’t been thirty feet from my front door all day. I’m still wearing the clothes I woke up in. I haven’t showered, combed my hair or brushed my teeth. I’ve dropped two glasses and broke one. I haven’t eaten anything aside from a donut and a cookie with a few hours in between to recovery from the effort.
I suppose I should rectify that, maybe eat a bagel or something. Keep it simple and round, you know, stay with the theme. Go for the hat trick.
Maybe I’ll have pizza later.
On the upside, I watered my plants and put a rear brake on one of my fixies. I like my plants. And I like my fixies. And sometimes that’s enough.
Or at least it is today.by