Gray and Glum

It is a gray and glum morning. To be more accurate, the morning is gray and I am glum, but I'm not in the mood for quibbling.

The train is unusually crowded. I wonder if somebody forgot to attach a car. The conductor greets everybody over the intercom with an unusually hearty, "Buon Giorno!"

The usual cast boards the train at their usual stops, but some things are different.

The IBM Twins no longer wear identical jackets. Jansport girl, who always wears a black sweater or jacket, is wearing off-white. Laptop Guy #2 shaved his head and is watching The Bourne Identity.

My observations are interrupted by the conductor who announces, "Have a wonderful wonderful wonderful wonderful day!" I don't think he is aware that it is gray and glum outside.

I meant to write something about issues raised by other weblogs, ideas mentioned in a book and other random notions in my brain. It seems that I've effectively distracted myself and have written yet another train-related entry. Procrastination wins again. Now my stop is here and I must go.