Variations on a Theme
“Think I just heard another FUCK YOU PORTER,” I text my husband upstairs.
It is early, unlike most of the other times we’ve heard them. I fiddle with the undone ribbon on the waistband of my pajama bottoms, sip the too-hot-for-this-90-degrees-before-ten-a.m.-crap coffee. The soundtrack is a steady stop and start of morning traffic, but the words rise up over the misery song of our busy-at-all-hours avenueContinue reading… "Variations on a Theme"