Wrong Way

Somedays you wake up in the wrong place at 2:17 pm and then you bluster into the afternoon and buy the wrong bagel and get on the subway and walk the wrong way through the park and get nasty oozing blisters from wearing the wrong shoes and you are VERY GRUMPY but then you must remember not to complain, because you were only in the wrong place because you have loved ones stashed all over town, and there is always a floor or couch of half a bed to sleep on, and bagel problems are not of great consequence and the sun was resplendent and the park was full of adorable dogs.

My realization of the nicer side of things occurred to me the other day, when I woke up late and spilled my coffee and it was raining and everything seemed to be misplaced and then Dave sent me the following email.

Imagine my disappointment…. when I realized the paper was on time. So close!




Early Edition jokes? I will take them all.


About bearicaquinn

Smallish, smushy in the sad parts, certainly destined for cat-lady-dom. Enjoys boats, bikes, black coffee, pug faces, sourdough bread, the morning when you have slept long enough, beards, mountainsides, art, rooftops, etc. Will continue to live in things that are interestingly shaped. So octopus.
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