November 23, 2020

7:00pm, N Howard Street and W 26th Street, Baltimore, MD

I kind of love this chair. I'm sitting in it as I write. Chair goals. Today was okay until it wasn't. I should have "danced" earlier. I had more energy and was less cranky. Should have isn't helpful language. This jacket is warm. So is this hat. Precipice. Frustration. Entitlement. Reality. Nap time. Discarded plastic gently crinkling in the wind. Did someone pee on this chair? Maybe. Do I love it any less. Not really. Tomorrow will be fun. Can you sense my sarcasm? Hands inside my pockets for warmth. I did fall on my butt. Today is Monday. These are just words. Day three hundred twenty-eight.