Mysterious Barricades

There’s a certain contentment that comes after you’ve eaten delicious oatmeal, pancakes, or pizza and beer, or when you’ve hit a stretch of time in which all that goes wrong is clearly your fault only. That’s no bad thing. Now, nothing has gone wrong, and I’m not complaining. Things are all right for me at the moment. I had my oatmeal this morning, and I’m experiencing that oh-so-delicious oatmeal contentment. 

Is it really the oatmeal? Maybe, just maybe I learned a new and exciting intermediate level yo-yo trick and there’s a special someone that I would like to show it to. Perhaps I finally have a genuine reason to wear collared shirts and an excess of hair product. And maybe it’s not just that I have a reason, but perhaps that I have a good reason. Perhaps I’ve been listening to quite a bit of 1980’s era Tesla.