I had a chance to watch part of the History of the Eagles when my RAV4 broke down and left me stranded in New Mexico, and it was good. If you like The Eagles, you’ll like the documentary.
I came across quite a few bald eagles in Canada and Alaska, but didn’t know we had them right next door here in Colorado. I knew construction on this project had been held up for at least two years, and now I know why.
After working until one o’clock this morning, I had barely woken up at 9:30am when someone kept knocking insistently on my apartment’s front door. I was dressed in old blue sweatpants with dried streaks of clay on them, a bright orange beach shirt, slippers, haven’t shaved in three days, just out of bed hair, green under the eyes because that’s what they look like when I wake up (thanks to the MCAS), but I answered the door.
A woman I know was standing there. “Okay, that outfit is pretty ridiculous,” she said. “But I was thinking, we should go out some time.”
I didn’t answer because I wasn’t awake and was barely processing what she said and I don’t really go out (also thanks to the MCAS). Then she said, “I have to go to work now, but maybe we can talk later?”
I’m still not awake, but she wears high heel shoes a lot, so she always makes me think of this Eagles song.