You know you’re on a classy night bus when it’s nearing 3:30 am, you’re in the back of the bus, and the conversation you’re overhearing is an exchange of recipes for cooking lamb.

I don’t know. This is my life. It could be a lot worse. It has been a very long day and though I did not day drink no matter what the temptation (more temptation than opportunity because I forgot to locate my hip flask yesterday), I am well tipsy on the last night bus of the evening and women my age are exchanging recipes around me while mr. Lurker sleeps on my arm.

It’s been a weird, long day. Good night all. Goodnight. Goodnight .