Thursday, August 18, 2022

Wednesday Notes From the Edge

Just a few notes from the past few days, as I recall them, likely slanted more and more in my favor as time passes and memories blur .....

  • 'This morning, The Gringo' (a co-worker) told me, "Thank you" . .... "You do what you do well." It was nice to hear, but I don't think he really knows what I do. Though I'll accept any thanks I can get.
  • These days it seems, the only thing that matters to me is getting home. Wherever I've been, I just want to get home. And once I've decided to head for home, stopping anywhere along the way is not a consideration.
  • Why is the thousand island, always pushed to the back of the dressing choices at the grocery store salad bar? Am I the only one who tops their salad with thousand?
  • It's pretty much a 100% certainty that I'm a big walking mass of confusion and contradictions but if there's one thing I know beyond a doubt it's that there is no way in hell that I'm ever going to try sushi.
  • Now I'm worried that I'm going to face eternal hellfire and damnation for grabbing two extra spoons at the grocery store deli.

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