Good morning. It’s 9:32 am in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, on Monday, February 1, 2021. I popped out to CVS this morning to pick up some milk and cat food, as well as some paper towels to clean up the cat vomit I’d left behind in my apartment on the living room rug.
It’s a quiet morning here. We got six inches of snow over the weekend, and I hadn’t been outside since then. A woman was digging out her Nissan in front of my building. I thought about offering to help, then thought it might come off as creepy or patronizing.
Also on the walk to CVS, I saw an older man shoveling his stairway. I got a little worried he’d slip on the ice, but when I came back from the store he was still upright. I said good morning to him, and he said good morning back. It’s a nice feeling, the mutual acknowledging that we’re both alive here together for another day.
So: Good morning to you. This song recently came on a New Wave playlist I put on to listen to in the shower, and I thought it had a nice message. Wherever in the world you are reading this, I hope you have a great week.