Failure of the Day: Plenty

It’s like this now—Saturday mornings, 7 AM and I’m up and about for no earthly reason except that I just don’t sleep as much as I used to. There are piles of optimism just everywhere today, and as befits my usual outlook, I’m trying not to step in it. I don’t trust it; I keep telling myself it’s just the weather but the truth of that matter as well is that I prefer gray skies.

It’s not the sunshine. It’s that certain of our most mundane problems seem to be finally about ready to finish up—making room for the next round of mundane problems to be sure—but, in our probably more creepy than funny relationship vernacular, we are both feeling “light in the tunnel-y.”

We’re getting the car detailed today with a gift certificate I got him for xmas. So while we wait we’ll wander around downtown or take Muni someplace. Chris has never been on the streetcars—total public transit rookie—so it takes on the air of an adventure. What neighborhood will we emerge into? Duboce Triangle? West Portal? Upper Haight? Suddenly I’m a crazy-eyed Gene Wilder on a gondola.

I could splash around in my metaphor a little longer I suppose but I think that’s probably plenty.