Please bring the boring

 It's true- I used to wish for excitement.  Those days are long gone, but you never know when wishes are going to come true.

• On Sunday, someone harassed me and Jazmyn on the T.  So much more to say, but I've been advised not to say anything else for a while.

• I bought a candy bar later that day, and as I walked out a man came up behind me.  He asked me how many candy bars I ate every week.  I asked why he wanted to know.  He told me that they weren't good for my figure and if I ate too many I wouldn't look like a model.  I told him I didn't care whether I looked like a model, but thanks anyway.  Stuff you should know: I do not look like a model, this was not a flattering exchange and the man in question was about 70 years old.  Yep, and all the time.

• I interviewed a learned and engaging person today.  I'm not revealing the identity until the interview is posted, but I've mentioned this person and his book on this blog.  I'm past gratitude that this person spoke to me; I'm stunned.  This was a good thing.  However, finding out that this person wanted to do a phone and not an email interview probably elevated my heart rate for a day.  Having to dial internationally for the first time in a decade did nothing to lower it.

• Just as I was beginning to calm down and starting to think everything through, Jazmyn let me know that she and Sam were exposed to pertussis on Saturday.  Yes, there were multiple phone calls to the pediatrician.  I really, really do not want to hear from anyone for the next week about how much you don't want to poison your children with vaccines or that you're okay because of herd immunity. 

I'm really tired right now, and genuinely looking forward to household chores.  That, sadly, will also be exciting as I perform them with what I'm pretty sure is my burgeoning cold.

Excitedly,
Deb in the City