I knew I would get a beating during Two Weeks of Pain, but I didn't think it would extend beyond the pre-vacation workload! The heat was unbearable today, and I'm in fact writing to you from a bunker underneath the house, and because I had to walk to the post office on my lunch hour (which turned into almost two), odds are good I got a face full of sunburn. Let's just say I don't USUALLY look like I just opened a cartoon character's explosive present.
It really was a strange lunch break. I did something I never do, which is go and sit in a diner by myself and have a quick lunch surrounded by the cast of Best Marigold Hotel. I probably took the average age down by 20 years just by being there. Felt a little pathetic, to tell you the truth.
But this was a day that started with me splashing half a cup of coffee on my white shirt, and hit its peak with an announcement that our improv tournament this weekend (a large reason for my over-business these past two weeks) was threatened by Hurricane Arthur(!). So what does Day 11 have for me? Dare I ask?
Sounds a bit of a trial, although I love sitting in cafe by myself. Today it was Our Dynamic Earth in Edinburgh, they have top food and free wifi.
ReplyDeleteA café, sure. All hipsters and people reading, writing, etc. by themselves.
ReplyDeleteDINERS are a whole other matter. It was 1 PM when I went in and it was packed with seniors, and it stayed packed until I left at 1:25. I'd seen, y'know, widowers who couldn't make their own homecooked, familiar meals and spent their pensions there, but never imagined so many people that age aggregated there.
It's a diner I frequent from time to time because they have amazing pie, for an early evening chat over coffee for example, or the occasional inexpensive brunch. I like the place. I just saw something of my own future and it spooked me.
Whereas I passed an old folks' home today and realised they were all aged temporarily by Green Spinach,
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