the one where I woke up late
so…on any given workday at this time I would be on the train, pulling into North Station. Not today. Not because it is Wednesday, which is typically Stay-At-Home-Dad Wednesday. Not today.
I woke up late.
On this given not-normally-a-workday at this time I am on the train, waiting to pull out of Lowell.
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I’ve misplaced my commuter rail pass for the second time this week. This week consists of only three days. How hard would it be to just keep track of that piece of paper for 72 hours? Usually, not hard at all. This week, damn-near impossible.
November 22nd, 2006 at 9:02 pm
It’s called holiday brain. Your brain knows it’s a short week and is looking forward to Turkey with all the fixin’s. And beer. And football. And pie.
mmmm pie.