this is not tony roma's
A really beautiful day. The sun is shining. Birds are singing. A light breeze is blowing. It is the kind of day I should be out and about saying hello to neighbors’ dogs I am fond of. Picking up strawberries from the Russian store. Getting coffee at my favorite coffee place.
Am I doing any of that?
Oh hell no. I got a report out that needed to go out. I caught up on student assignments. I called in about my tax extension. And I have a cracked rib.
Do not ask me how I cracked this rib —
[I am not telling.]
But cracked ribs really hurt.
I am going to curl up with a movie and close all the blinds and eat ice cream.
Then I will get grouchy and surly and restless and try to do leg lifts.
And the cracked rib will get really mad.
And it will be detanté.