You can see how that is going for me.
Yesterday, Cliff suggested that maybe I was still on the hammock.
As I replied to him: Don't I wish! Since then I've worked a 9 hour waitressing shift, written a 1500 word column, attended three committee meetings (finance - yuck!), prepared for a board meeting, fought the New Jersey division of taxation, sat through the auditors report from our year-end and been heckled by a comedian.
I came home from work yesterday and took a bad nap -- you know the kind.
I woke up hot, sweaty, sad and pissed-off.
I made myself walk down to the Hostel for a show; Matt the Electrician was playing.
I live on the same street as the Hostel, just a few blocks south. I love my neighborhood for its diversity -- racially, socially and economically. For the most part my street is safe and I know most of the neighbors between my house and the Hostel. My biggest fear walking at night is that I'll get run over by someone parking on the sidewalk. That in mind, as I was stomping down the sidewalk (remember my not-so-pleasant mood), I was looking for cars driving down the street, not at where I was walking.
I tripped over this:
Yep, a toilet. The good news is --it was clean, I did not injure anything but my pride -- and I had my camera.
And my mood lightened considerably -- how could it not?
The music was great, and I made it home safely --with no potty mishaps.