Mornings at 6.47

I found myself tickled this morning. It was righteously cold and as I made my way down to open the coffeehouse, I saw two policemen. I chuckled. Not too long ago, one of them gave me a ticket for parking more than 2 hours under the sign that said "2 hour parking."

I walked speedily to the coffeehouse, scarf flying around my neck. Someday, I will get choked, I suspect.

The alarm was ticking. I ran towards the back to turn it off. It did not do the usual beep signifying it's "dis-alarm-ed-ness" but rather, as if posing a question, continued blinking, waiting for me to press another key. Thankfully, I remembered which one it was.

I turned on the lights and with a merry heart, put on The Fray, my current theme song. After doing all I needed to, I proposed some food to my dear hungry self. Although, shortly before, I enjoyed some grapes and a biscuit, I was rather unsatisfied. Perhaps it was my frisky run to the car in 30 F weather with a fork and Styrofoam cup with my biscuit that was supposed to be breakfast, wasn't too convincing.

I decided to make a chicken salad sandwich. I got everything ready as I waited for the frozen bagel to defrost and get toasted, one after another. As I splatted chicken salad on my bagel, I tried not to spill it over the edges but ti my dismay it spilled everywhere. My fingers were covered with the mayonnaise thingy it lived in, and pieces of chicken fell on the cutting board. For some reason, I found that rather funny. Perhaps, an analogy worth thinking about.

I realized at that point that life is messy. Even if it has great ingredients. Even if it has great spices, life is still messy.

But I did get to see the sunrise this morning...somewhat...

I decided to top off my sandwich with some honey, hoping for some sweetness to come. How cheesy.

Then I laughed, reading..."Because then I lost my temper and splashed him with holy water."