When the snow starts to dust the streets again, the coffee house workers huddle outside under the dubious shelter of the balcony, and smoke Virginia Slims. Tis then time for me to be warm inside, smoke-free, snuggled on the comfy green couch with my eggnog latté.
And so I wish I could blog about something more “important” — the state of the world, what this or that politician says. But I’ve actually met politicians, several of whom would even recognize me on the street.
Perhaps eggnog lattés are more important, but shouldn’t I still try to work up some incisive opinion? I have a fear of becoming cute.
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