That’s the starting point. A certain barista handed me a specially-drawn espresso, topped with a tiny dollop of foam.
“I’ll bet you get free food and drinks, like, all over town, don’t you?”
No, but it’s a nice thought.
She wasn’t buying my protestations, which, in this case, really are true. I’ll occasionally get a free cup of coffee, but I don’t expect it. Which is one of the reasons why I switched to straight espresso instead of the more expensive triple something with foam and milk and flavors. Those things run about five bucks – more than a monthly subscription here.
Can’t pay for that sort luxury on my salary. No five-dollar cups of coffee these days. Well, one, but that’s just to stay awake long enough to check the scopes on Wednesday night (Thursday morning to some).
Unrelated musical note:
“I’m just a cool young brother who looks kind of old.”
(“Because I got it like that” – On the Floor at the Big Beat Boutique)
I loped downtown, sat around with a Leo, ambled homeward, ran into an Aries, and fetched a piece of returned mail out of the PO Box. Mercury Mayhem is starting! Yee-haw!
Fright – attributed to Mercury’s position
Since I’m aware that the planets are moving in a way that’s not conducive to my normal work, like anything I do is normal, I was working on hammering out the framework for next year. What’s really scary?
52 weeks. 52 blank page holders. 52 links with no content. 52 empty spaces. 52 empty shell casing that need to be filled with useful, valuable horoscopes. A whole year, in a framwork, all done. Now, if I can just add content.
I looked out the trailer’s window, and I could see small fish breaking the still surface of the creek’s backwater eddy. I clicked through to the weather page. Austin’s temp was 30 degrees.
52 blank pages. Mercury in apparent retrograde motion – in Sagittarius. 52 weekly spots that need to be filled. Fish, breaking the surface, and I’ve still got a couple of nightcrawlers, wiggling in the icebox. Usually good for, at the very least, feeding the fish.
My normal reaction to pressure? Go fish. Yessir, 52 blank spots that need content. Too bad it was too cold when the fish were stirring the top of the lake.
