Mamamontezz's Mental Rumpus Room

Disappointment.

It was gray out, soft rain on the windshield. I left home early and drove to meet my friend for lunch and conversation, and the drive was good. Anticipation made the road seem smooth and the traffic bearable.

Stopped at the bank, drove to our place and parked. Haven't seen my friend in a long time, and looked forward to bright eyes and animated conversation.

An hour later, I drove home. Disappointment, traffic, potholes, and a miserably sad song on the radio conspired to make the drive miserable. Coffee and cigarettes at my computer desk for lunch instead of company and misty rain and dim gray skies, the kind of sky that wraps around a person like a crysalis.

Perhaps later in the week. I dearly hope so.