You Asked, Here’s My Day

I’m hot and sweaty and I see from looking from my office perch that the people across the street have put their garbage carts out which is a sign that I should do the same except I am spent from a day of driving and walking and buying chips in bulk and counting the slices in a giant package of turkey, and then losing my grip on reality because someone, near and dear, disappeared, albeit momentarily, and didn’t answer the phone, leaving me dumbstruck in a grocery store where I told the clerk behind the deli counter that I wanted a pound of ground beef when I really wanted a pound of corned beef but then I couldn’t think of the name for corned beef but finally did so then I went home and made fifty sandwiches, with turkey, not corned beef, and packed lunches with chips and Oreos and apples which was a mistake because homeless people have a lot of dental problems but the apples were so cheap I couldn’t resist, and then after I made all the lunches, my wrist ached and I slipped into being a martyr for having made fifty lunches when really I am looking for a way to be a mensch without doing the rough stuff of actually being out on the street with people and having to talk to them. I’m hot and sweaty.