I took a break from blogging yesterday, because I needed to live enough to have something to write about. It was clear and bright until it was time to go home, and then I waded back to the house in a downpour. It wasn’t pleasant, but it had its moments. For instance, Silver Spring is beautiful in the rain. The lamps dance on the puddles downtown, “tripping the light fantastic.” This morning it is grey, and the umbrella I keep stashed in my backpack may indeed get some use.
I carry an umbrella now, and don’t think I’m happy about it. I am from Portland, bitch. Umbrellas are for tourists. Period. I gave in when my cousin Nathan decided I should have one, and wouldn’t take no for an answer. I compromised with myself. I WILL NOT use it in mist. However, a toad strangler is a different story, just like the rain between Portland and Silver Spring.
The music in SBUX this morning is the Leonard Cohen Hallelujah. It seems like most people enjoy this song more than I do. I enjoy harmony with the melody, and even though the piano arrangement does that, I’d rather have two voices than one. However, the coffee is outstanding this morning…. Probably because I got here so early that it is fresh. It’s Christmas Blend, with four Splenda and lots of half-n-half. I only got a tall, because I took a caffeine pill at 6:00 to make sure I made it out the door on time. I overslept yesterday by a large amount, but I Ubered to work and made it 10 minutes early.
Most of the time, I try to make it to Starbucks by 7:00, so that I can walk to the train at 7:40.
And on that note, it’s time to go. Catch you later- probably lunch.
Love you miss you mean it.
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