Jen made a comment a couple months ago that I'm living a glamorous life. I think spending most of your life in a small town can skew your image of city life. I think it was the mention of taking the train to the airport. Trains seem adventurous... although I may have been talking about the light rail, which is a bit less adventurous.
I know what she's saying though, and it's probably why I like living in a city more than in the country (and I've done both). I teach today, so I'm sitting in my 8th floor office (with 8th floor roof access) downtown, dressed up in a teal blouse, open front black sweater, and black slacks. Slip on black shoes. Dangly earrings. Beside my laptop sits my cell phone and coffee.
I did not take the light rail here today. The light rail takes 2-3 times longer than just driving, so I'm contributing to city's air pollution.
My sinuses are so inflamed that my teeth hurt. My doctor just upped my dosage of Nasacort to twice daily (it's a 24 hour dosage), and order that I get back on Zyrtec. I was going to drive to the pharmacy to drop off my prescription for a steroid inhaler, but I would lose my fantastic parking space. I have to pee and I'm two floors up from the restroom... with no elevator.
I'm wedged tightly between glamour and misery.
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