A day of misfits.

Cancelled badly-craved piano sessions, yet again, for an appointment. Spent the whole morning arranging the meeting. Turned down offer to visit my friend’s new born baby. (dear god my friends are having babies already).

As the day progressed, one by one people cancelled. The visitor’s flight was delayed. The meeting was rescheduled. The day was spent in vain.
So I slept, fretfully. Assignments could not be focused on. People had not done theirs. Nobody seemed concerned. I was impatient.

As I start to leave Mom would hold me back. Get me to eat first. Perhaps a motherly conscience set straight by the fact I do not leave the house unfed. Perhaps a reluctance to have me rush out again so soon. Perhaps just a habit.
She frets, fusses. I am impatient, late. Tense and cranky, I rush out.

I am the earliest to arrive. The rest, 40 minutes late. Not much to do, when the time comes no time to do. At 11pm boyfriend calls, still at work. As I spill my tired beans, his battery went dead.