At Frayed Ends

I wish I could reach through my computer and give a good shake to a guy who is making my day HELL.

I’m trying to remain equanimous.

This matter is not important enough to rain on my Thursday parade. That’s what I’m telling myself, anyway.

***

Also, I miss coffee. A LOT.

One morning, I saw my neighbors across the alley stepping out onto their backporch with coffee mugs in hand. Just sipping and looking out at the yard.

Yeah.

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