Or more appropriately (or less) sitting in the lobby of the Health Center forty-five minutes before infant care class, having vacated the coffee shop twentysome minutes before I had to, after uncomfortably sitting in the lap of a college-bound kid and an interviewer from Dartmouth. The bagel and hummus hit the spot. That'll be my daughter in seventeen or so years, though maybe not Dartmouth. I haven't really any opinion on Dartmouth at all.
Earphones, a janitor sweeps. O Sacrum Convivium, the shuffle snap of the broom and dustpan.
O sacrum convivium fwoop thwack
in quo Christus sumitor fwoop thwack
recolitur memoria passonis eius fwoop thwack
mens impletur gratia fwoop thwack
et futurae gloriae nobis pignus datur fwoop thwack
the lobby otherwise abandoned, I still feel like I'm in the way.
