all morning long i have been thinky thinky.

dreamy thinky. wondering if it is the earth threatening to give me the autumn that i have been yearning for? or perhaps the new allergy meds.** no matter. i enjoy the thinky dreamy time.

walking to work, i felt a bit like the Buffy-bot or the Terminator, looking at everyone coming up to me and sizing them up. it sounds judge-y but it really isn't. tick tick tick, that person should stop smoking, that person would be happier with some comfortable shoes.

blop blop blop. my attention turns to other things. a sprinkler. the way my mary jane's frame my tinyily dotted socks. the exact size of my shadow.

i have a passport. i am passported. i can now escape this country if i have to. hello london. my shirt has a giant yeti running through paris. i am the yeti in washington, walking through the streets with big eyes and swinging arms. pretty yeti. silly yeti. me.

** i picked the zrytec because they have the best commericals with the dog like mine.