I don't want to spend my life in six lanes of traffic going nowhere.
I'm pretty privileged now and have no cause to complain, but I do remember sleeping on other people's floors in my youth when I had nowhere else to go, or choosing cat food over bread because the cat did not understand having no money for food.
How is that ambulance going to get through anyway?
I hear another siren. I can't even tell which direction it's coming from. I sure would hate to die in a traffic jam because the ambulance couldn't get through.
I need to check how many vacation days I have left. I need to plan my exit strategy. I think by fall, this place can function without me.
Hey fuckhead! This is a playground zone! How about slowing down? Asshole.
I love our house.
I love my family.
I love the cat who is a big armful of warm vibrating love into which I can bury my head.
I can pick the cat hairs off my face later.