This morning I woke up in a little bit of a funk. Not a bad mood, exactly, but not feeling my usual self. Yesterday wasn't the best at work and I was still ruminating on my job prospects and why I went to law school and why, of all the millions of ways my DNA could've sorted itself, it chose to give me hair that is, let's say,
spirited. At the half way point of my commute I went from unenthusiastic to irritated. Every light was out in midtown and traffic was heavier than usual because of a fire a few streets away. You and I know that when the lights are on the fritz, everyone is supposed to treat it like a four-way stop. In Memphis, it's a gladiatorial show down of bravery and brawn. I have neither.
I got to work and everything was fine and my mood eventually improved. I completely forgot about the traffic. During a break, I checked the local headlines.
Midtown Memphis power outage caused by squirrel this morning
By Kevin McKenzie
Perspective comes in many forms.
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