The past few weeks I have found myself in the unusual
situation of not having to work until late in the evenings on Fridays. And so I
have perfected an approach to that day which I refer to as “Marilyn
Monroe-ing.”
I sleep in until my neighbor begins his Jefferson Airplane tribute with an open door and MAX volume setting. I’m quite sure he believes himself to be filling a void in the apartment complex, but once in a while it might be nice to leave that void unfilled.
I find my glasses, which is always tricky without glasses on, an irony that consistently amuses me, and get up and make coffee. While I continue to prefer coffee made by others to my own, when the goal is to not leave the house until absolutely necessary, self-made coffee becomes unavoidable. I like to spice up the process by purchasing one of several varieties of “exotic” creamers. Green cap means Irish Cream, and the one with the cinnamon roll on the bottle tastes like a liquid cinnamon roll. So, despite our numerous problems, at least as a nation we know that we have nailed the drinkable cinnamon roll. Hard to imagine that quality inexpensive health care is far behind.
