I saw this guy on the subway platform this morning; he looked really put together from about twenty feet away as I stood there at the end of my platform listening to the dulcet tones of Ira Glass. He was talking into a phone and looking at some other electronic doodad in his hand. But then I wandered over to that bench to sit down and I realized he was babbling this low-grade neurotic mania into the phone and pressing what looked like the same button over and over again on the doodad. Maybe it was ESC! ESC! ESC! But I couldn’t tell because he was speaking maybe Hebrew?
I thought of him just now as I sit here at my desk at work because I feel like I’m repeating the serenity prayer in my own head without realizing it. Am I talking out loud? I’m sick with this pesky cold. I have things happening at work that simply cannot get solved in the 20-something hours I’m paid to be here every week and I’m taking them home in my head like a monkey on my back. God grant me the serenity, indeed. And maybe stop thwarting my to-do list!

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