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Had to take the junior kid to the orthodontist this morning (yesterday, actually) during rush hour on slick roads overflowing thick with idiot. Before we left, I had a miserable image in my head of small wildlife going under car wheels. I'd been up since 5 and had finished a pot of coffee but wasn't altogether sure I was awake enough to drive safely. Reminded myself to put extra effort into not killing anybody or anything today. Sure wish everyone who drives would repeat that as their mantra.
As though I foresaw or maybe even willed such a thing to happen, half a mile from the ortho, I saw a squirrel go under the SUV in front of us. I cussed* louder than such a minor tragedy warrants, probably, but due to my earlier vision, it felt like an ill omen. I'm not superstitious but I feel I should change my username to something that doesn't die in mass numbers every spring, something just as noisome and ubiquitous but seemingly in never-ending supply and impossible to kill. Like "Parental Negligence" or "It's a Socialist Plot" or "Single Issue Voter". Maybe "MCU Phase ∞".
I was going to write a different post entirely, but witnessing the death of a squirrel chased even the ghost of it from my brain. What I really should have said was "GOOD MORNING." Just that. Or nothing. And then a picture of something cute like a coati or quokka. People love quokkas. Even Polly wants one. I just hate stub posts and always will.
No lie. It really is one of my favorite plays. My reverence is obvious. |
For what it's worth, I'm sorry.
* What I actually said was, "BLAGEUR!" and I don't know why (I tend to motormouth stream-of-conscious jabber whilst behind the wheel to stay awake when I'm tired. Comes off like a Billy Burroughs heroin addict routine really). It's not a nice word but hardly a cuss. "Baise-moi!" would have been a much better option, wouldn't you agree?
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