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.
You need Mobil. And maybe a Breakfast®. It always put a warm feeling in my belly.