Breezy morning. |
Except for the stretch of road when stuck behind a trash truck, the drive to downtown was not bad. The view from my parking spot included the flag whipping on the pole atop the former Lowell Five Bank, which was a major clue to the wind.
During the walk from the garage to the office, the air was raw and cold. It was beyond “invigorating” and deep into “crap, I screwed that up.” Somehow, I forgot that temperatures in the 40s are not created equally, and on a dreary, gray, windy day it is not the same as on a sunny, calm day. I regretted not choosing my regular warm winter coat with the hood, but the cold made me walk a lot faster than usual. Sometimes I shock myself with acting like it’s my first day in New England weather.
The rain kicked on and off all day, but there was a break that lasted long enough for me to dash to Market Street Market on a very important errand. I bought my winning lottery ticket for the big ($1 billion) Powerball drawing tonight. Yes, I’m going to win some big money, because I finally remembered to buy a ticket. Unless, of course, that is the extent of the miracles for now.
I imagined the possibilities available after I win, but it was pretty small potatoes. I didn’t really go very far beyond fixing some stuff on the house and paying off the car before I realized that was very limited thinking for a billionaire and I wouldn't be stuck in the same house. Duh. Clearly, I've been living too long in broke-ass mode. I’ll have time to work on expanding the thinking after I win.
Just in case I don’t win (ha!), I’m already mapping out my Thursday workday. There are my rare flights of fancy, but overall, I’m dreadfully practical.
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