Murr Brewster

I wouldn’t have gone outside if it hadn’t been garbage night. It was dark, and it was cold. I was feeling cranky about the cold. I could have thrown on a jacket, but sometimes it’s easier and more satisfying to grumble. I was also feeling grouchy about the state of the world, which is not at all following the script I wrote for it. And I was feeling grumpy about the garbage. I always think I should have no garbage. I’ve failed my standards if I fill the can. Most of it is plastic. It’s hard to avoid.