It's a Wilco Being There morning.
As we inch towards the shortest day of the year, sun time is cut even more by the thunderstorm on the horizon. Commuters seemed even more stunned than usual this morning - either from their Thursday night escapades, the exceptionally gray sky, or the psychological damage wrought by a glance at the calendar that confirmed the onset of the final month of 2006.
Asher woke up for 30 minutes around one in the morning. I couldn't fall back asleep until 5:30, and my alarm went off at 6. Comfort, now, consists of a $4 coffee drink and Jeff Tweedy's 1990s-era Chicago laments.
As we inch towards the shortest day of the year, sun time is cut even more by the thunderstorm on the horizon. Commuters seemed even more stunned than usual this morning - either from their Thursday night escapades, the exceptionally gray sky, or the psychological damage wrought by a glance at the calendar that confirmed the onset of the final month of 2006.
Asher woke up for 30 minutes around one in the morning. I couldn't fall back asleep until 5:30, and my alarm went off at 6. Comfort, now, consists of a $4 coffee drink and Jeff Tweedy's 1990s-era Chicago laments.
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