I had a funny dream this morning. Can’t remember much about it, but I woke up laughing. Wish I could wake up laughing every morning.
During my commute to work on the eastbound train, a woman was sobbing her heart out while a man sat red-eyed and mournful beside her.
As I was ascending the steps of the capitol, I passed a shirtless man descending them. He grinned at me, revealing many missing teeth, and wished me “good morning.”
The world is full of stories.
And how cold is it there? (We’re at 20 in OKC, which is just not good shirtless weather).
Yesterday it was in the 60s all day, but today they’re forecasting lows in the mid-30s, although it’s still pretty warm right now–50 degrees sez my computer.
Will it make you feel any better to know that I grew up in the Midwest and endured winters with negative-degree windchill factors, ice-slicked roads, and gusting snow for almost three-quarters of my life?
Oh, you’ve done your time, then ;o)
>The world is full of stories.<