I have ten minutes til the bus gets here. I can’t tell if it’s going to be a hot day or a cool one. I will either be over dressed or under dressed. I will likely be late for something. I will certainly spill ketchup on my shirt. I will track dog waste into the conference room. I will press the wrong buttons on the elevator. I will get lost in an ordinary neighborhood. I will sing all day under my breath that old standard: "Eating Goober Peas". I really did wake up this morning with that song in mind. I was dreaming about that song. I was trying to sing it in my sleep. Thank God for the Unconscious!
Here I go…
SK
Planet of the Blind 