Even the antacids are dressed up like skittles.
We went for breakfast today at a diner. You can get eggs. Some tiny sausages. A baconish thing. PANCAKES.
They bring sugar syrup warm to the table. You have to ask for hot sauce or ketchup. The sugar is standard. Then they give you these pancakes made of sugar. And you put sugar on them. And that’s breakfast.
No option for beans. For mushrooms. Hell no way for broccoli. You can maybe get some guacamole with sugar in it.
To get there to breakfast I had to drive through frozen roads. Defrosting the car takes a good fifteen minutes. All the cars are automatic here so you get to watch them all sliding around when they try to start moving at lights. This is a nation of sugar addicts driving go-karts. There’s rarely even a vague comprehension of momentum with the drivers on the roads. They drive fast, hard and stupid and if something goes wrong they likely can’t diagnose it least of all fix it. “My thing ain’t working. Mend my thing.” Kids. Loads of crashes. Heavy handed traffic cops.
Snow ploughs abound, but it’s pointless when it is so constant. The roads are black ice and you can’t see the markings at all. I cranked up Michael Jackson – Off the Wall and went and got Benjy back from the station through the wilds.
It is SO COLD. A new experience. I was strangely thrilled when my beard froze. I’ve read about this stuff. Never had it happen. This is a new definition of cold and I’m up for learning it.
I’ve got my heater on right now. So noisy. I’m about to get into my vast but disappointing shower. I would give my eye teeth for a bath right now. Even a steam room or sauna but that isn’t in the culture.
So I’ll have one more antacid skittle, wash the French Onion Soup from my beard and switch down for another cold night here in Indiana. I might even have a sleepydrink. I’m back at work tomorrow. Wanna be fresh.
AlBarclay 