Monday, July 8, 2013

An apple for lunch

Sometimes I do crazy things, like walk 30 minutes in the hot, hot, hot carrying a heavy, heavy, heavy backpack on my way to work.  

My car is fine. My belly is too fine -- too many friends, slowly gathered after weeks of lazy socializing and calorie-drenched movie marathons. Friends once lost while proactive in DC. Friends I never searched for.

Friends, er, more accurately, acquaintances, on an expansion-crazed mission. I ran thousands of miles away. So did they. Some of them, at least. But now it's time for them to go. Newlywedliness serves as poor justification for dangerous, blubbery socializing.

I walked to work today in the hot, hot, hot carrying a heavy, heavy, heavy backpack and maybe it wasn't so crazy.

Adios, little ones. Here's to hoping to find your way back into the soon-to-be oft-trodded sidewalks where you belong. And here's to hoping someone else doesn't pick you up.

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