My rainy day

I spent my entire Saturday at work. For most this would qualify as an awful day, but I have to say, I kinda enjoyed the quiet time for the last few hours. I'm lucky enough to be able to listen to what I want while working. I settled on the local NPR station and man, I owe them some real support(monetary wise, that is). They got me through the long and rainy day. I always feel more informed, enlightened and oddly calm(even when hearing Michelle Bachman boast about social conservatives). It requires a good deal of attention and listening(which I'm not always good at), so for awhile I'm at ease with my thoughts. Even if it's background noise, I always pick up something that creates a sense of knowing. I accomplished..I listened. It's a small feat, but an uphill battle at times.

As the last hour slowly passed, he saved me. I needed a reaction from the awkward customer in the corner, I was desperate for some reason. I needed acknowledgment for that moment. He laughed, hard. I closed up for the night. It was a good rainy day.