Strange Days

Friday looks to be interesting. My morning started off with a trip to Starbucks, where I tell you the blueberry coffee cake was making a face at me. Honest! Blueberry placement can be harshly disturbing on a Friday morning, pre-caffeine. A lady in line (it was out the door) with me was lamenting that this was the only Starbucks close to DownTown Tampa, and when I asked where she was from, she informed me that she was from New York. So I'm standing there and thinking that she probably wouldn't have been happy even if there had been 10 Starbucks, each across from each other.

But I digress. After leaving, I pulled behind someone who flung open his car door and proceeded to spit on the street. Except he didn't spit- he poured. It was really, really disturbing... on so many levels. ChivalryMan should have come to my rescue and adverted my eyes.

After arriving at the office, a technician came by my desk and asked if I knew where the phone closet was. I kept a straight face and whispered, "Why, are you SuperMan?" He only laughed a little bit. I later exploded into a fit of giggles. People need to lighten up sometimes.

Friday night looks fun around here. I'm planning to go stick around for a bit for a DownTown event, go running, read, watch When Harry Met Sally, and go for a massage at 9 PM. Tomorrow I'm making a trip to the beach for shopping and sunshine. I've been working on a post that I may finish this evening, discussing some thoughts on a book I'm currently reading. I started last night but didn't think I was quite ready. I was quite tired. And I had to iron. Which would quell even the creativity of DaVinci. So the post will have to be today or tomorrow. Yesterday I went running, stopped off at Starbucks and people-watched. Then I took my green burlap bag over to Publix, where wonderful items were on sale such as frozen berries and olive oil and yellow sweet-smelling daisies for my lovely crystal vase. Ok- those weren't on sale.

Cheers!