Oh yes, we all know what that means.
It was a great day for it, too.
While I was gone last week, the leaves on the trees filled out. Our neighbor's houses have once again receded behind a screen of green.
Today was dubbed The Day the Immigrants Stayed Home. It was a bit like stepping into the twilight zone at Chipotle: nothing but white middle-aged males fabricating corporate food bricks. Something about that place keeps me going back. I used to think it was the cute Latina burrito-builder with the sparkling green eyes. She always gave me an extra dollop of sour cream. Or was I only imagining that?
I appreciate the multicultural environment of America. I also appreciate people who work within the laws of our country. Can it be as simple as that? Evidently not.
Nothing's fucking simple right now. My spirited "hooray for May!" fractures into a prism of bright colors with multiple sparks. See once I survive May, it'll be June. And June holds the potential for normalcy. It may well become my new favorite month.
Normalcy, overrated as it may be, is something I currently crave more than my usual Monday burrito. Hope you enjoyed something good for lunch today.