I got an email saying my university I.D. was about to expire, to get a new one. So I go to the appropriate window only to learn that I need an "authorization" from another department, which is in a new building about as far away from the window as possible. So I hobble over, hobble back, and get my new I.D. I jumped when I saw it. I look 90 and like Scrooge to boot. Where is that handsome lad in the white tux who used to appear at his play openings? Then, after the show and hoopla, stop by his favorite blue collar taverns in his white tux, just to cause a scene? Long gone!
Someone stopping by during office hours to pick my brain about screenwriting. I hope she isn't an unrealistic idealist. They usually are, these folks who stop by for advice.
Ah, me. The forecast has three, count em, days of 70s weather. I'll believe it when it happens. I am ready for summer!
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