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.