Texting at 1 am.

Somewhere past 4.5 hours of SLEEP. Less than intended. Thank you building entryway drama.

Texting at 1 am.

On one side a child's broken arm and a conversation that needed daylight.

On the other side: building entryway DRAMA. Cops. A container of yogurt thrown. Snarky question, does throwing yogurt at someone constitute 4th degree assault?

Thank you deaf neighbor in bathrobe and flipflops for waiting with me at door. Dying to hear what building management says tomorrow.


Speaking of....my it's complicated personal life  a new season...


Did I mention that I was bussing downtown the other day and had WTO flashbacks?
Example: something about the triangle near the Westin even though I do not think I even passed through there. And I think Madeleine Albright should have found a protestor costume and just walked to the Convention Center instead of getting her vehicles tangled in the locked down intersections. But what do I know and I get that it's just a wild idea.

Example: memory of about 5 of the most motherly looking march peacekeepers for an evening event a police captain sent his mom to got asked to stand in front of the county administration building and keep the parading masses from wandering onto the plaza.

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