Coffee Log, Year 2, Day 188

Hi.

Coffee:  Maxwell House Master Blend, Office Coffee

I texted a friend who was waiting at an airport. Her flight got delayed. Someone had an excited dog in the lobby. The woman next to her was flossing.

I like liminal spaces. I like the way you look when you’re wearing the clothes you woke up in. I like walking backwards because I dropped my carry-on. I like picking up People magazine because there’s no better way to kill time.

I haven’t flown in a minute. I don’t know the next time I’ll fly.

It feels like life is getting away from me. I’ll be 30 in three months. But life’s always running and we chase it. Years ago, I met an actress by the beach. She joined us at a punk rock show. Later, that actress was flying beside me on an airbus out of Detroit. She’d been living in Hawaii and was coming home. Now she runs a small production company with another filmmaker.

There’s this anecdote that goes: “Don’t count the colored linen before labor day.” Or am I mixing that up? September can take a snail’s pace. I’m not eager to lift off.

Currently Reading: Queen, Suzanne Crain Miller

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She had put on a white linen dress and let her hair down. I told her she was beautiful and she laughed with delight.

Albert Camus, The Stranger