Little City Coffee

There was a distinct shift in the weather yesterday morning, and it’s brought about some new changes. I got a long contract faxed to me for another online carrier for my column, that was a pleasant surprise. Then I’ve been “ghost writing” this other astrology column, posing as something that I’m not. I may wear cowboy boots from time to time, but those are what I would consider normal heels. But I’m not so sure that I’m at all comfortable with the pumps I need to wear for this ghost job. The blue ones match my eyes today, and the purple ones are sharp, but the red ones really do hurt my feet. I’m doing the best that I can to hobble around the trailer with these things on. [Mental note: ask just how in the name of the good lord do women ever walk around in these things?] I think I need a better agent — I’m not sure that pumps and a silk skirt are really part of this ghost contract job. As one of my bubba friends says, “I’m in touch with my feminine side — I’m touching it right now.” I dumped the outfit, switched back to normal shorts and a T, and slipped down to Angie’s for some late lunch. Nothing satisfies more than a plate full of tacos on Angie’s signature tortillas. Then it was a cigar and a reading at “Coffee Promotes Confidence” Little City Coffee. The weirdest thing, even my client agreed, was the music. Some sort of strange, 1980’s mix of music, a punk soundtrack and then some Madonna.