Like a kid trying to wait up all night for Santa Claus, that's how excited I was on Wednesday night. Not that I ever believed in Santa...and not just because I was raised Jewish. Many other parts of the Santa story strained my credulity.I digress; back to me last night.
I was brimming with overwrought anticipation...and not just because I'm prepping to move out-of-state. For years I've been desperate to escape Suburban Captivity. Now reconciled to the reality that I'll never afford Manhattan, I've chosen another city to resume urban living.
Again, I digress; back to me last night.
So tempted was I to spend the night perched on the garage stairs. Recycling pick-up is Friday and having missed the previous one a couple of weeks ago, easily one third of my garage is currently occupied by buckets of recyclable paper, plastic, and bottles. According to condo association rules, I may haul everything curbside on Thursday evening. Who wouldn't be excited by Wednesday night? (NNTA)
In fact, if it wouldn't cheese off the neighbors, I'd start schlepping stuff right now. Yes, I am that excited. Santa Claus? Feh.
