Church St.

Last night was not a good night in the sleep category. I've had this vicious, life-sucking cough for going on two months, and it is beginning to affect on my sanity and over-all grasp of consciousness. So it was no surprise, though still shocking, when on the way to Starbucks in my usual morning stupor I turned the wrong way on to Church Street. After dodging several cars in the oncoming traffic I was able to right my trajectory with several deft if illegal maneuvers of the car (though who am I kidding, driving the wrong way down a one-way isn't legal to begin with). Sitting at Starbucks with my coffee I couldn't help but contemplate if this illicit journey up Church Street isn't somehow indicative of my life in some way, some supernatural sign of my religious course. Paddling up stream is one thing, but opposing semi's head-on is never a recommended path to success. I was tempted to think it time for a re-calibration of compass. But perhaps there would be more cause for concern if I always went with the flow of Salem traffic. It's an interesting thought.

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