Today I woke at 6 and sat on the corner of my bed and thought of all the things I'm happy about.
I went to work where I squashed flowers with hammers, painted with pine needles, planted carrots in dixie cups, built a sand castle, played hide-and-seek, danced and made general merriement all over the place. I tried to rescue a pigeon who'd found his way into the Shul, but he wouldn't come down off the ceiling lamp. His butt was probably all warm and toasty, "fuck that rainy weather outside," I bet is what he was thinking. I left him a handful of cheerios on the floor and I will just have to call Project Wildlife first thing in the morning.
I came home, had dinner and a glass of wine, and here I am. Everything is OK. It's raining really, REALLY hard out there.
I went to work where I squashed flowers with hammers, painted with pine needles, planted carrots in dixie cups, built a sand castle, played hide-and-seek, danced and made general merriement all over the place. I tried to rescue a pigeon who'd found his way into the Shul, but he wouldn't come down off the ceiling lamp. His butt was probably all warm and toasty, "fuck that rainy weather outside," I bet is what he was thinking. I left him a handful of cheerios on the floor and I will just have to call Project Wildlife first thing in the morning.
I came home, had dinner and a glass of wine, and here I am. Everything is OK. It's raining really, REALLY hard out there.