If you ask most people, they’ll tell you that they hate Mondays. I don’t mind Mondays and I’m usually anxious on Sunday nights to get back to work. Yeah…. I know…. sounds crazy.
Tuesdays are the days that I get jammed up on. On Mondays you go back to work and talk about the weekend. Yesterday we talked about the basketball tournament, rugby, our families and our adventures since we left work on Friday.
There won’t be anything to talk about on Tuesday. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Tuesday is perfect to be in a daydream.
Speaking of dreams…. Just ten minutes ago I was back on the old trading floor. I was scooting across the bond room on one of those wooden platforms with small wheels that movers use for larger objects.
One minute I was standing between the bond pit and the trading desks on the north wall. The next minute I was arguing with a store clerk at a perfume counter. The disagreement was over where the pits were once located. Seems I was buying perfume at a store that was housed in the Board of Trade. Perfume and scarves were being sold where the old bond option pit once was.
That’s all I have today. A goofy dream on a Tuesday morning around 2:30. I forgot to mention that Burt Gutterman, John Donatelli, Hank from Index, my ex spouse, my cousin Chuck and Eddie Vrydoliak the Alderman were all in this strange dream.
I had a bowl of cottage cheese with an avocado for dinner last night. Maybe that caused this awkward nightmare?
The clouds jagged us out of seeing the full moon last night. I want to say that the clouds have gotten in the way of the last few full moons. I should listen to Joni and look at it from both sides.
I better end this Chalkboard before I go off on another tangent. I might start yapping about rows and floes of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air.
It’s Two for Tuesday….
.... I can go for a two pack of ZZ Top this morning. Maybe a little Beastie Boys!
I’ll let you Google the Latin in the Grabber section. It’s good advice when dreams have you in doubt.
