aeleven

This city was a desert today. A wet slushy snowbomb on this tiny island. I felt like one of the spared following some unimaginable catastrophe. Where were they all? Perhaps all of them, and only the dead, were quarantined behind saffron colored gates. It unsettled me and was wonderful, only yellowcabs and my white minivan like one last snowflake falling on the city's streets. Records were set, no one will ever cross this town as quickly again...

What is the fastest you have ever driven? Personally, put your own foot down on the pedal and where you knew you weren't allowed? You might be caught, you might perhaps kill yourself, someone else? Who knows? Severus says man-talk might call me a pussy, and it would. They would. I pushed it over 120, and I'd like to say 127, but that might be all tall tales. That might be someone else's story through mine, I know it was too fast. I'd like to believe no one was in jeopardy, except for myself, but that might be a lie. It felt good, but it was stupid.

Where would you go if you had a private jet? Who would you bring? Would you use it, say for an appointment, that was a three hour flight away and would save everyone else involved a whole lot of time and a whole lot of money, rather than make them come to you? I don't understand people with their private jets... Tell me about yours.

And I failed to get to the movies this weekend, but I watched them at home instead. If I am able to scurry out my hole, I will tell you all I can remember of the last few days. Work can exhaust you.

Hope you are all well and enjoyed the day off (if you were lucky to have it)...