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Yes, I hate Mondays. Got a problem with that?

I’m not really in that bad a mood, but I just don’t want to be here. I was SO comfy in my bed this morning. Sucks.

Anyway, I was on my way in to work, and remembered something I saw the other day, and figured I’d document it:

There’s a big Tibetan following in Ithaca, and it’s not uncommon to see a monk, in full garb, somewhere in Ithaca. Well, I see one almost every day on my route to work, outside, sweeping the sidewalk in front of a house I assume serves as the local monastery of sorts. Anyway, I always see him and think how picturesque it is, just watching him meticulously sweep and groom the small garden in front of the house. Well, the other day, a little girl with pigtails was standing out front, waiting for the schoolbus, and she couldn’t stop looking at him. And I couldn’t stop looking at the two of them. They weren’t too far apart, they could even have been having a conversation. Just her looking up at him, and him just doing his thing.

It was kinda cute.

I gotta get my shit together. I try to focus, and always get sidetracked. I don’t like it. It makes me unreliable.

So on a completely unrelated note (how apropos), I got a completely unexpected (yet very happily welcome) phone call from my one friend on here: Libby! it was good to hear from you kiddo, and I’m really looking forward to hanging out with you. We need to go out and get a little slipsy and have some giggles. That would be a welcome change

I was supposed to hang out with Melanie tonight, but it’s lookin like that might not happen. Maybe, instead, I’ll go up to Danzer’s in Syracuse for that monthly get-together of VW freaks. Too bad I don’t have my VW to show off yet. Ah well, at least people appreciate my little old BMW.

OK, I’m out. Need to be productive.