Tuesday

Tuesday is just another one of those days where you blast Penny Lane at full volume and love the world.

Despite the four night shifts that are just around the bend.
And the kooks that come out at night and never bother any other of the nightshift people but me. And the drunk taxi driver who sings Elvis medleys and talks about his sex life and the homeless man who will talk coherently if you distract him from talking about the voices he hears and the security gaurds who stand and stare at me and hope that Iwill talk which I never really do since well, I don't.

On some days, and all nightshifts, I wish my blog was a collection of half truths, embellishments and stories my ancestors have passed down to me.

Penny Lane is in my ears, and in my eyes.
There, beneath the blue Suburban skies.