  Mid 90s and moderate winds. Me in shorts and flips, hoping to slip through the day from one air conditioned vessel to another. Carefully monitoring my mobile phone. For word of surgery scheduling, for verification that I can get in for a massage this week. For shouts of support to get me psyched up for tomorrows purging of the Asshole saga. Seven pills down for breakfast. Ankle hurts to the touch, so Ive opted to kill it with a pink pill. And leave early (like now) to get a parking space closest to the school. The week begins. (deep breath) 
