Foggy Morning

Quarter of ten.

I’m trying to stay relaxed and easygoing this morning. I slept poorly from caffeine consumption. No more Snapple tea for a while. It’s scary when I can’t breathe normally. The city is fogged in, and it must be cold out. Roger is pottering with some project and probably muttering about politics. Often he turns on his radio to conservative talk…

At the market, Vicki is learning the new computerized register. It was installed yesterday. Again, it’s cool to see them upgrading the state of their business. They’re probably doing very well with sales. Karen offered me a donut, so I had the glazed one. I can barely remember the first time I had a double chocolate donut. I was with my mother in some restaurant. I was surprised that donuts came in chocolate, and she was surprised that I’d never had one. Her mood was more cheerful that day. In fact, she didn’t become so perpetually negative until I reached high school and college.

Eleven o’clock. A frequent customer of the salon, who was having her nails done, told me she liked my shopping bag. I thanked her and told her where I’d gotten it and who made it. The bag depicts an American flag, with stars and stripes in red, white, and blue. A small nonprofit in Alabama hires blind and disabled people to put together such products in order to give them a sense of self esteem. I don’t remember how I got started buying from them. It was likely a cold call… Anyway, it was nice to get a compliment on it. My book of Washington Irving just came, amid Aesop’s maniacal barking. The driver left it by the garage door. 


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