Speaking of appropriate literature at the appropriate times, I forgot to take this book out of my purse when I bought it yesterday. I remembered the second I plopped down in the beige Lincoln for alternate side parking. This isn't the second tale of shame I promised in the previous post, although it could be, I imagine there will be plenty of shame posts in the future, but I can't tell you the horror alternate side parking used to be for me. My ex-person could, I used to call him after I battled for a space, and say, "I parked, here you take the anxiety." Just last week I sat the entire hour and half to have Doug from House of Cards (it looked like him at least) knock on my window and say, "you know you parked in front of a driveway didn't you?" Fuck, Doug, no I didn't.
Breathe, says Thich, "peace and calm are contagious."