So I completely failed at blogging in the last week. I admit it.
But in my defense, it was a busy week. I left my job at Roll Call, started a new one at Greenwire, went to the goodbye party of a friend who was moving back to Germany, went to another party that was 1920s-themed, volunteered at the Museum of Unnatural History for the first time, yelled angrily about modern art, etc.
But the recaps are for later. Or Twitter.
Right now, I only have short story to share.
On Saturday morning, I awoke and stared out the window, dismayed that there was snow (albeit less than inch, but still) on the ground. But alas, I had signed up for yoga a few days before, and it was too late to cancel the reservation. I had to go.
I dragged myself out of bed and to the studio. Afterward, I picked up my dress at the dry cleaners for the aforementioned 1920s party.
Sitting on the bus home, I was playing with my phone and contemplating a cup of coffee.
Then I looked from one arm to the other.
Dry cleaning. Yoga mat. Smart phone. Need of coffee.
Dear lord, I realized. I’ve hit yuppiedom. To the extreme.
And there’s probably no turning back now.