Woody Cavenaugh

This has been a rough week for me, and each day of it I have slipped a little deeper into the relm of sleep deprevation. So this morning waking up even later than yesterday morning, and the day before, I arrived around the office late, and in the rain.

As I am walking in the direction of my building from the parking lot the rain stops and I become aware of just how pretty the place is. Everything is wet, everything is green with only a few leaves starting to turn their fall shades. The air was cool with a hint of briskness. People were smiling and I was just filled for a moment with an extreme sense of well being. I wondered if everyone around noticed just how wonderful the day was.

Then I wondered if instead they all noticed that my pants were missing a critical button from the fly.

They aren't tight, they aren't abused, they are actually dry rotting from age. I have a button with nothing to sew it to. I guess I'll have to set a portion of my paycheck aside next month to buy a couple of pairs of pants. Or maybe some cool High Tech underwear.