For the next few days I am attending a leadership retreat for the writing project group I involved with. This is my home away from home for the next few days. I set up my own little desk.When I am away from home I like to create my own little nest. I am rooming with my good friend, we have had a fine retreat so far, I get to squeeze in some shopping, and I got a drink from Starbucks today, so life is good.
As much as you deserve it, I wouldn’t wish this Sunday night on you- not the Osco at closing, not its two tired women and shaky security guard, not its bin of flip-flops and Tasmanian Devil baseball caps, not its freshly mopped floors and fluorescent lights, not its endless James Taylor song on the intercom, and not its last pint of chocolate mint ice cream, which I carried down Milwaukee Ave. past a man in an unbuttoned baseball shirt, who stepped out of a shadow to whisper, How are you doing? -Rick Snyder
inlandempiregirl's comment: an endless James Taylor song on the intercom is a good thing!