The first week of Fallandgetaconcussion.

Today I woke up to rain on one of those mornings where you decide immediately to never ever leave your bed. And when you do, it is only upon the compromise of wearing your new boots and a scarf and driving with the heater on.

As I ventured out into the wet on my way to the post office it was clear that the day would require a stop at seven-eleven as well. Why?
Because cold + stormy + grey= the official start of Hot Chocolate Season(= the best part of winter). Yep. It was destined to be a good day.


That must have been what I was thinking about while I was buying stamps.
Which may have been the reason I didn't notice the super heavy automatic door swing closed at approximately one billion miles per hour right as I was attempting to leave.
Which is probably the why it smacked me so hard
right in the face.

And now, I may or may not be having a hard time remembering what I am doing, as well as getting my eyes to focus correctly(needless to say this post has taken an eternity to... I want candy).






But I think the important thing to remember here is, first, don't blame the chocolate.
And second, today will still be a great day. Even if I may not remember it tomorrow.

So I will cherish this black eye
as a souvenir of the first day of hot chocolate,
and the last day
I ever went to the post office.

-MD