Flowers? In The House?

God. I thought I'd never get back here. I seem to spend all my spare time riding the Metro. Either going into the city for dinner or just riding, girding my loins so to speak, so I can go into the city. On occasion I take it home from work, I take it to go shopping, or I take it just to continue the desensitization process.

Sometimes it's quite pleasant, as if I were just sitting on my couch and when I get up and walk outside I'm somewhere new.

Other times, when I'm using new stations, really BIG stations like the Pentagon metro, or switching trains at metro center or exiting a new station and find myself inching upward on an enormously long escalator, hanging on to the rail, while a steady stream of people race by on my left side, I'm faintly traumatized.

But I keep on keeping on.

I am rewarded for all my labor with delicious sushi or tickets to see David Sedaris, interesting conversations and rides home (thank god).

There is a rather daunting announcement made before you board  informing you that the doors on a train don't work like an elevator door. So if the door closes on your arm, it will remain closed. Now that would make for a very uncomfortable ride.

So I think I deserve a treat, well, another treat, so how about some Flowers In The House this coming Monday?

I would like nothing better then so sit quietly at the computer and visit you in your lovely homes via the WWW.

Of course if you want me there in person, I can come. I just put 20.00 dollars on my Smart Card and if I remember to keep my wits and limbs about me I'll be able to give you a big hug when I get there.

Are you going to raise the stakes again? Last time it was S-man doing an arrangement. What can I do to sweeten the pot this hand?

I could offer you a delicious roasted beet salad with quinoa, goat cheese, oranges and toasted almonds......

Think about it.

10:12 PM: And the Government is back in business.