The cute guy at the Y’s information desk asked me how I was doing. Since I sound like Harvey Fierstein (Broadway actor) and look like Harvey Pekar (underground comic book writer), I counted that as exciting. Even if the guy who carries his oxygen tank around with him passed me on the track. Here’s a sample of my currently lovely singing voice.
The pest control guy came in today and sprayed his monthly poison. I guess that could be exciting to the silver fish living in my file drawer. I still can’t smell it.
I got groceries. That’s only exciting to my checking account since I spent all of next week’s allotted allowance. I sure get tired of being poor sometimes.
Coughing too much can give a person a headache. Is that breaking news?
Did you know Ben Affleck played Jack Ryan? Huh. I thought Tom Clancy’s hero was either Alec Baldwin or Harrison Ford. Does it matter that I fell asleep watching Sum of All Fears? I promise it wasn’t a criticism. My decongestant just kicked in.
Emmett and Henry don’t really care if I come back to bed or not, but I like to think they’re waiting for me. I am, after all, the most exciting thing in their lives—the sudden bark-cough that startles the food right out of their mouths, the thrilling naps, the flying Kleenex wads.
Life doesn’t get any more wild than this.