I was slugging down a fine bottle of Oktoberfest (love September) and it occurred to me that I hadn’t written about the day to day ridiculousness I often encounter in quite a long time. Specifically, I haven’t updated my blog, which sounds intrinsically self-absorbed but I swear, it’s not.

Here goes!

First thing? This morning? I definitely drove over the sodden carcass of a dictionary in the middle of the road over by Suffolk Downs. Now I’m not sure which was weirder: me recognizing from somewhat of a distance that it was, in fact, a discarded dictionary, and consequently I felt the distinct urge to save it, or that it had been either chucked out of some cars window or over the fence of the horse track, perhaps by some charmingly Lilliputian jockey lost in a fit of despair over a filly.

In any case, it gave me pause on my morning commute and made the day into something different.

Now I have managed to drive over/by/past many things on my commute to the greater Chelsea area in the year plus I have worked there, including a shoe, many chicken wings and lots of glass but a dictionary? Never. A new day! Possibly an omen to a day flush with illuminated thought and grandiose diatribe!