Tuesday, September 8, 2009
I cleaned the shower, played with the kids next door in the jumpy thing (Olivia's 5th birthday), talked to Rosenberg's smart ass wife, walked the dogs to the corner cafe, ate 2 waffles for lunch (one with ice cream), redirected my brother-in-law to his sister's work phone after congratulating him for continuing to smoke (nobody likes a quitter) and blew some doors off on the Greenway including a group of pathletes who had to wait for a train. I even got one guy twice because he got fried in Hopkins. Go back to work. You hate your job. You hate your co-workers. You love your commute if it's on a bike.