For the first time in a week or more, the sun was out when I left for work. No fog clogging the sky with a pillow fort of clouds, just clear sky, with a sun in it. Neat!
My level of friendliness toward my fellow humans and my desire to talk with them have risen a few hundred percent today compared with yesterday. Good ol' S.A.D. I even had it as a child. My first full sentence was to inquire about where the sun was on a cloudy day. I won't write it here so as not to make you all hork up your favorite snack food. Yeah, it's that cute.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Friday, May 4, 2012
As you might imagine, it was a complete non-event. I ate my food without having a psychic break because I occasionally
But there is something to stomping grounds -- your old haunts, your past pathways, your spent trajectories. There was a feeling assigned to that space -- good or bad, stressful or relaxed. They exist, only in our minds.
Now, if you didn't do anything but eat above-average veggie sandwiches in those spaces, you probably won't notice. But what if you were really excited and hopeful because you'd just gotten a fancy new job the first time you walked into Pop's Hotdog Barn or Finnegan's Alleyway, featuring Finnegan's secret-sauce BBQ ribs? How happy would you be to go back to those places?
Where am I going with this? I dunno. I think I made my (obvious) point. I could have written about the crazy guy on the sidewalk today shouting "Thank you! Good night!" to passing cars. Kind of a short post, but that guy did add a bit of whimsy to my current stomping ground.