Funny little frog

The day, though nothing extraordinary, was slightly competent.

Sometimes I wonder how strange I look. I wish I could only see myself, sitting as the lone ranger on a bench, completely absorbed in my mammoth taco salad and heedless of the life going on around me. Or at the gym, approaching mile three on the treadmill in a deep sweat, trying to lift 40 pounds as others around me lift ten fold of my weight. Scurrying in a breakneck fashion to a class that technically, I should have left for ten minutes ago. Sitting at this computer, my face three centimeters from the screen, mouth dangling open – wearing my ridiculous hat.

If I could only, if I could just see myself.

I’d bet I would laugh. 

In other news, I joined forces tonight with throngs of fanatical voters in my first ever Precinct Caucus*. Whoa! Cool.

And who could forget an always satisfying trip to the local Starbucks, where there was much laughter, strategizing, sampling of the new “Skinny Latte” [!], and making plans to someday be a big deal.

(nutshell) my day (nutshell).

there you have it.

Caucusing since 2008,

jc

*Warning: If you do not enjoy watching paint dry or listening to bird calls, do not open this link. It will bore the hell out of you.