tired and broken platitude – how the heck is it 9/23 already?
fickle mind constructs days/hours/minutes into warp speed
beam me up Scotty
The P/T really did a number on me and the old is new place with a new guy since my Gabe moved out of state is helping me ever so slowly but I now have a bigger deficit from which to crawl back
Ugh! but not ugh. If that makes any sense. Ohm. Ohm. Ohm. Breathe in. Breathe out.
I tried to go to the library last Sunday but sadly learned they are no longer open on the most holy day. Pftt, I’m being bratty. Could’ve been any day but regardless, they decided to go to a six day week as a cost saving measure. In the old days, the libraries were closed on Sundays too but for many years in my middle life, I’d escape to the library on Sundays. They were even more quiet than usual due to less traffic. I was the perpetual part time student in the days before wiki/google/instant source. The solitude I felt while in that hallowed space on Sundays was priceless. Or Ab Fab as they, however they are say.
Okay, now I’m just making stuff up. Guess I will say so long, farewell, until next time.
As always, more to come.