(10 am. – promoted by ek hornbeck)
A Friday that feels like Sunday. Unless you’re engaged in the widely hyped capitalist feeding frenzy called “Black Friday.” Or some of the many other activitie your Bloguero disdains. Today your Bloguero’s world is divided into only two parts, day and night, the 1% and the 99%, those who think today might be Sunday and those who think it’s for filling up the credit cards, those who are hung over from tryptophan and wine and those who are not. This way of experiencing the world, sharp, high contrast dualism, is disturbing to your Bloguero. But what can you expect when the first meal of the day is left over turkey and chocolate cake?
A day to make the crooked straight and the rough places plane. And for this:
This Week In The Dream Antilles is usually a weekly digest. Sometimes, like now and for several of the past weeks, it isn’t actually a digest of essays posted at The Dream Antilles. For that you have to visit The Dream Antilles.
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Long night in the ER with the unusual and usual round of suspects. Not unusual for me to eat “dinner” sat 7:30 AM. It’s 7:30 PM somewhere else.
When I wake up, it’s oatmeal with chopped dried fruit, crushed nuts, a little brown sugar & some light cream and a steaming cup of coffee.
I don’t do malls or large box stores even when it’s not “Black” Friday. I feel sorry for these people.