A is for Angela.
I will admit that I am pretty particular to taking the streetcar. I prefer being above ground and taking in the sceneries as we chug along. So, I had an oh my god when is the last time I took the subway moment earlier today when I decided to go stroll the Danforth. Despite the mostly grey skies, it was a good walk and I ran into a lovely gal I worked with at Sirius (hi Steph!) who was pushing along her two-week-old babby boy. What a sweet-o. My lil heart went all jangly for a bit… both for her happiness and just his sheer tiny sweetness.
For some reason, I just kept walking today. I guess I’ve been so cabin fevery and grey-blahed that my legs were like let’s go see what’s over here and I ended up in East Chinatown. I bought squid tentacles and tiger shrimps and long beans and tom yum soup paste among other things so I know there’s some tasty soups and stirfries ahead this weekend. But for now, I’m tuckered and may see a bed about a nap.
I love the letter A. It’s a really good letter.