London Bridge

It's only fair that I admit that I was late to work this morning. I count on the MTA to make up for the inability I seem to have to take myself seriously when I say, "We're leaving at 8." On this day, however, it kind of worked in my favor.

It's also probably right for me to admit that I was amusing myself by reading Twitter while I walked. I never run into people, I always pay attention, I've never fallen down an open manhole so please keep the reading and walking lectures for later. I did, though, jump about a foot when the phone rang and interrupted me. I was only a block from the train, I was on my way! I felt caught.

After the usual pleasantries my boss said, "The building caught on fire. It's closed today and maybe tomorrow, too."

While we're admitting stuff I may as well tell you that I laughed. I couldn't help it. So absurd, right? This close to Christmas and in the middle of Hannukah it was just too too perfect.

To the best of my knowledge no one was hurt. I turned tail and worked from home. I napped on my lunch hour, hit the PO, did some laundry and hung out with my pooch and my kitty cats. It was a good day. I know that it's not possible that we'll have another day off.

A girl can dream, though, can't she?