I’m supposed to be in the shower.
Guests arriving for whatever today’s football game is. Chili on. Pizza dough rising. Beer.
I’m fooling. I know about the game. I know Newt win the North Carolina primary. I know some big famous coach died this morning, that is, after the media falsely reported it last night and Facebook barfed sads everywhere.
I know damn well it’s time to prepare myself for guests. I know it’s snowing in Brooklyn right now. I know my baby girl ate lunch today whilst wearing socks on her hands. I know Downton Abbey episode three premieres tonight. I know last week at this time I was in Sonoma County enjoying sunshine and a sofa.
I know I will be 35 in two months.
I wonder how my hair will turn out. I cut it off yesterday. Rather, a person other than me cut it off. Only a little bit.
I know how to open the door when the knocks come. I know my feet will be cold and I’ll need to warm them up. I know I forgot to register for the Polar Bear 5k and I missed it this morning. I knew I would so I ran all over yesterday and my legs are sore.
I know you don’t care but you read anyway because you’re a voyeur and it’s awesome, this Internet stuff.
Keep on, keep on. I’m renewed for another year.
