Well, it's no longer morning and I am not eating oatmeal with blueberries, in fact I didn't have oatmeal and blueberries at all today. There was however honey and wheat toast with a tangy red grapefruit. It all began with my alarm sounding at 7:30, why do i do such things on my day off? I know I'll feel awful if I get up later than I plan too, I should simply allow myself to wake up naturally. 7:30 turned into 8am, 8am extended to 10am, when finally I mosied out of bed into a bright colored shirt, old fashioned grey skirt, my favorite pair of wicker sandals and a sack lunch to bring along for whatever adventures i might have today. "Adventure" may not be the proper word for the day however. Unless you consider walking the curb up main street to the library as if it were a tight rope or reading in the white heat on a cracked white plastic chair at a tire factory...adventures? I like to think so. Before me at this moment is a man draped in tie dye, scraggly black hair half a foot past his shoulders, a perfectly round bald spot only to be seen from the heavens and he walks down the aisles of the library with his left hand down the back of his faded black jeans. Another man is sitting at the computer diagonally from me: forest green baggy t-shirt, a black leather fanny pack resting with his papers, salt and peppered hair, and he has been talking to himself since i have been here, yes he is audible , using his hands, making plenty of facial expressions and occasionally glaring at his screen, i am finding great difficulty in holding back my giggling. I do love to sit and watch people.

I am off to meander about this library, walk through the noisy heat to work, scoop hundreds of green mint and pink bubblegum sugar cones, pour gallons of ice tea, mop, sweep, pull shots, and sweat through my chocolate covered arms. This is my life.