hello freud,

I lied to everyone about taking friday off, then climbed on a nearly empty bus this morning with the intent of getting all the work done one can get done at work…

…when no one knows one is at work.

Little retail not included:
Working on the friday after thanksgiving gives one an excellent idea of what things would be like if the lone gunmen were permitted to continue their agenda. Roomy. Quiet. Efficient.

So yes, naturally, I forgot the keys to the workplace. I stood there about to be truly disappointed at my forgetfulness… and then I went down to the courtyard and ate my bagel, chatted with the butcher guy who never truly understood what I meant when he overheard me advising a friend never to ask a man with no arms to carry boxes, climbed back on another nearly empty bus and drifted back.

With a type of drunken imprecision I tried to decide whether looking at the keys on the counter, then failing to put the keys in the pocket, then traveling to the locked place that required the keys should be seen through

• a freudian lens
  BAD!
• a monkey-mind lens
  YOU BUDDHISTS ARE A BUNCH OF NAGGING HALL MONITORS!
• a random lens
  IN WHICH NOTHING IS TRUE AND EVERYTHING IS PERMITTED!
• a compassionate lens
  I REALLY REALLY LOVE ME!

Now finally here I can list them all. On the bus ride I would get a third of the way through the list and start over. Repeatedly. I think there was a carbon monoxide leak.