the moment's already passed, yeah it's gone
::sigh::
what in the world makes sundays so melancholy? is it that mondays are slowly creeping up and people just don't want to acknowledge them? i hate mondays as much as the next guy but sundays, they're almost as bad.
today i woke up late. my alarm clock didn't go off because the power went out sometime overnight. i wake up to zoe and jessie laughing at the bottom of the stairs and look over to see my clock flashing. i grab for my watch and through half opened eyes see it's a quarter til 11. i have to be at work in 15 minutes. i shower, dress and rushed out the door. still half asleep i cranked up beck and made my way through the mid-morning traffic. when i got to the bookstore i heard aunt judy and meredith in the back so i slid behind the counter hoping to escape one of judy's lectures.
that didn't happen.
i ended up going back and helping meredith unpack new arrivals for the coming week. we talked about books and music, from beck to jack kerouac. talking with her is almost like therapy. she just has a way of easing people and talking to you as if you are the only person on earth and listens as if each thought is the key to her survival. i've known her since high school and we've only gotten closer over the past few months, working at the bookstore. today meredith, as with any other day i work with her, made the time pass by quickly and indeed made this sunday bearable.
what in the world makes sundays so melancholy? is it that mondays are slowly creeping up and people just don't want to acknowledge them? i hate mondays as much as the next guy but sundays, they're almost as bad.
today i woke up late. my alarm clock didn't go off because the power went out sometime overnight. i wake up to zoe and jessie laughing at the bottom of the stairs and look over to see my clock flashing. i grab for my watch and through half opened eyes see it's a quarter til 11. i have to be at work in 15 minutes. i shower, dress and rushed out the door. still half asleep i cranked up beck and made my way through the mid-morning traffic. when i got to the bookstore i heard aunt judy and meredith in the back so i slid behind the counter hoping to escape one of judy's lectures.
that didn't happen.
i ended up going back and helping meredith unpack new arrivals for the coming week. we talked about books and music, from beck to jack kerouac. talking with her is almost like therapy. she just has a way of easing people and talking to you as if you are the only person on earth and listens as if each thought is the key to her survival. i've known her since high school and we've only gotten closer over the past few months, working at the bookstore. today meredith, as with any other day i work with her, made the time pass by quickly and indeed made this sunday bearable.