divine angst

I’m sad.

I stopped at lunch to get a turkey and havarti panini. It sounded so good. It looked so good. It was so bad.

The turkey was dry. The havarti was all clumped in one spot in the middle of the sandwich, totally overwhelming everything. The bread was too buttered. Everything about this sandwich was awful.

Thank goodness I also got some home fries as a side, because they were actually edible.

But I still have the taste of that nasty havarti on the back of my tongue. Blech.

Do some people get Flag Day off? Because my drive to work this morning was utterly traffic-free. The main road I live on was completely empty of cars at 8:25 am, almost unseen on a weekday.

I do not have Flag Day off, needless to say.

I know names go in cycles—you only have to pop over here to see that. There are some names, though, that surprise you when they show up in your life over and over.

I don’t mean names like Paul or Michael or Anne or Kate. I mean names like Wayne.

When Mr. Angst and I were getting married, we needed to find out everyone’s initials for some of the wedding party gifts. Turns out TWO of our groomsmen had “Wayne” for a middle name. How odd! Especially at our age. (Wayne as a name peaked in the 1940’s.) I also work with two Waynes, but at least they were born in a time when the name was more common. Still, that’s four Waynes in my life. That’s a lot of Wayne for someone under 30.

I don’t want to offend anyone whose name is Wayne, I was just thinking about this today. I found this site, and it sort of sums up the thoughts I was having about the name Wayne.