getting dressed

I walked in on New York getting dressed for the holidays. The star being primped for the Christmas Tree in Rockefeller Center, all shiny and grand.

And this I just thought was funny. How nice, you might think at first glance, that someone left this poor person a note. But then, remember where we are, and then I think they stole the bike and left a note. It's funny even though, remember kids, it's never nice to steal.

pets

I'm in my favorite Hoboken coffee shop having Sunday morning americano (excellent) and chocolate croissant (they are usually better) when this family walks in with their dog and orders and sits down. The dog snorts and gasps for breath (the owner's exact words to the cashier) and smells (my addition).

They ruined my coffee experience. I didn't ask to be having breakfast with their smelly and unendearingly vocal dog.

The value of this experience is the reminder that one lives in a world one cannot control. And one that one may not always like, may want to right. But said one cannot fight all battles. Particularly not if they arise during Sunday morning lazing time.

kinds of tired

Tired. Not in the oh-I-was-so-productive-and-I-am-going-to-sleep-well-tonight way.

More in the I'm-so-burned-out-from-all-of-those-crazy-mean-people-out-there.

I hibernate, I write some, I listen to good music, I recharge. Otherwise, I get weaker and weaker, my aura thinner and thinner, my face older and older.

A mental escape is what I need to recharge, not sleep, not yoga alone. A mental escape. Open space helps. The sunset today helped. And beauty helps.

A reminder of the vastness of this space heals: