The B.O.M.B.
Oh look, another story started but not continued...actually for this one I have no idead where it was headed anyway...I just thought of the title and wanted to go from there...
The Strange and Utterly Compelling Case
of the Day I went to work expecting a normal day but didn’t
or
How I Learned to Love the Ballistic Orange Missile Being
(B.O.M.B.)
It started on an overcast morning one day in October. Or maybe it was November. I don’t know…it happened so long ago that I forget when it actually started. One would think that I’d remember when it began, after all, when does something like this happen? But you see, I didn’t expect anything like this happen, so I did not make any mental note on the date (and/or the time) - just the generalities of the thing.
The important thing is that it happened sometime in the year when the days started to get longer. When the sun would come up later in the day and you’d have trouble getting up since it was still dark when the alarm would commence its daily blaring at 6am in the freakin’ morning. When the only way you knew it was actually six in the morning was that was the time the cats knew they’d be fed so they’d jump on the bed (and piss off the wife since she hates the cats being on the bed) and start crying.
I love the fall actually. It’s my favorite time of the year- it’s usually misunderstood. People moan the death of summer and dread the coming of winter. But winter is still a couple of months away and usually by August, I’ve come to detest the overall too-hotness of summer. I have no love for temperatures in the 90’s (in the Fahrenheit). I also have no love for the time when you have to watch out for ice on the roads or falling from freeway over passes and smashing your windshields, sending into you into a screaming panic as you spin to a certain fiery death and your only comfort is as you burn- you finally feel warm…
It’s the fall, as the trees turn to that shade of orange and people start getting contemplative as they realize that the year is reaching an end and that they’ve done nothing significant this year. When the day starts overcast and cool and the sun doesn’t come out until late in the morning just when you think, ah, I could use some sun right now. It’s not too hot, it’s not that cold. I can take a walk outside and wear shorts without the fear of either melting or freezing to death. It’s comfortable. I like it comfortable. But we all know comfortable never lasts long…
of the Day I went to work expecting a normal day but didn’t
or
How I Learned to Love the Ballistic Orange Missile Being
(B.O.M.B.)
It started on an overcast morning one day in October. Or maybe it was November. I don’t know…it happened so long ago that I forget when it actually started. One would think that I’d remember when it began, after all, when does something like this happen? But you see, I didn’t expect anything like this happen, so I did not make any mental note on the date (and/or the time) - just the generalities of the thing.
The important thing is that it happened sometime in the year when the days started to get longer. When the sun would come up later in the day and you’d have trouble getting up since it was still dark when the alarm would commence its daily blaring at 6am in the freakin’ morning. When the only way you knew it was actually six in the morning was that was the time the cats knew they’d be fed so they’d jump on the bed (and piss off the wife since she hates the cats being on the bed) and start crying.
I love the fall actually. It’s my favorite time of the year- it’s usually misunderstood. People moan the death of summer and dread the coming of winter. But winter is still a couple of months away and usually by August, I’ve come to detest the overall too-hotness of summer. I have no love for temperatures in the 90’s (in the Fahrenheit). I also have no love for the time when you have to watch out for ice on the roads or falling from freeway over passes and smashing your windshields, sending into you into a screaming panic as you spin to a certain fiery death and your only comfort is as you burn- you finally feel warm…
It’s the fall, as the trees turn to that shade of orange and people start getting contemplative as they realize that the year is reaching an end and that they’ve done nothing significant this year. When the day starts overcast and cool and the sun doesn’t come out until late in the morning just when you think, ah, I could use some sun right now. It’s not too hot, it’s not that cold. I can take a walk outside and wear shorts without the fear of either melting or freezing to death. It’s comfortable. I like it comfortable. But we all know comfortable never lasts long…
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