Good morning. On the warm 7:30AM into the City. The NFI is 3.
I was wondering. Must everyone do what they want to do? Must every person do what they may be exceptional at doing? Are there not matters of opportunity, resources, and personal decisions? Is there such thing as a wasted life?
Questions, questions, questions.
Speaking of questions, the very handsome Mr. September from Fringe is here. Our fellow is complete bald, has brown eyebrows, is fit like a former high school wrestler or quarterback, and is plainly dressed. He has comfortable shoes with rubber “booties” around them, dark-olive colored slacks, a white shirt with a grid cross stitch pattern, and a comfortable woolen overcoat. He’s listening to his iStationary with white ear buds.
He doesn’t seem to have any questions of self worth or underutilization. He’s content. He ought to be. I wonder if Mrs. September is also bald? Hmph.
Agent Coulson from S.H.I.E.L.D. is here. He’s up top, dressed in his usual black suit, black tie and white shirt. He most certainly is contemplating his worth. Though well respected by his superiors, he has this feeling he’s not supposed to be here. He can’t seem to shake that feeling as he looks out the window and up into the sky, no doubt wondering where the sky-carrier is while he has to commute into the City for his current undercover assignment.
Also here are Sarah Silverman, Seth Rogan, Cal Ripken Jr., and Eydie Gorme. All are armed.
Happy Wednesday. Safe travels.