reading:
John Bowe (ed): Gig: Americans Talk About Their Jobs
Gail Simone: Birds of Prey
Sarah Vowell: Take the Cannoli
Howard Zinn: People's History of the U.S.
This morning didn't start out so great -- managed to scrape up my car getting out of the garage, despite the fact that I've been backing out of that garage for THREE YEARS now with nary a scratch to show for it. Thus, a little black cloud of "Oh, crap, body shops" and "Oh, CRAP, MONEY" has been hanging over me all day, and I'm sick of it, but I LOVE my car and this is just another thing to get done.
So, that's most certainly a pain. But at lunch today, I drank water, ate pretzels, and sat on a bench beneath a tree to read a comic book. It was a little too warm. Purple blossoms, just like the ones on my street, beneath my feet. Stillness echoed.
I'm not looking forward to the body shop fracas that's due to ensue. But on a day with purple flowers and superheroes at lunchtime, it's hard to hate the world quite so much.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is looking on the bright side.