I am cranky today like it’s my job. Which, actually, sometimes it is. But today at work was such a waste. Beautiful day outside, surrounded by un-openable windows, and nothing happened. Nothing. I read the rest of “The Patron Saint of Liars” by Ann Patchett and I liked it as a work, but it just added to my crankiness. Tomorrow, more of the same.
And then I came home to nap, hoping that would wear everything off, but no. No. I don’t understand, how many times can my neighbors possibly move their bedroom furniture around? And must it always be when I’m trying to sleep? Do they keep their dresser in front of the door, or something, and then have to move it around whenever they want to leave? I don’t get it, but I’m about to tunnel my way through the wall to find out.
The Pizzeria Uno in Lawrence has closed. I don’t know why or when, except that I think it must have been this week sometime. I believe I was there last Friday. They were closed when I went by on Tuesday for lunch, though I thought it was temporary; today, the sign is gone from in front of the building. I know it’s a chain and all, and not even close to the best pizza in town, but I really liked that place. I have good memories and feelings for it as a chain. When I spent the summer at Georgetownas a high schooler, it was the first restaurant off campus that I ever ate at; it was also my comfort food restaurant (the Union Station branch) when I was in college, because I could go there and people watch and never see anyone I knew. The fact that Lawrence had one was actually a selling point when I was talking myself into coming home. All the comforts of D.C., I kept trying to tell myself, with none of the parking problems. I do understand how far off the mark that is, but… let me be, I am sad about this. They had really, really good Pepsi, too.