Or Coffee without Dad

It's ten degrees out in Philadelphia. That is Fahrenheit not Celsius. It was twelve degrees out when my Father called me...twice. He still has trouble using the cell phone so I had to call my Step-mothers phone to get the conversation started. I think he was holding it upside down.

Bottom line...Stay Home.

I told him I would. There was another circumstance that also hindered our weekly coffee ritual so I will have coffee by myself and see him next week. Unfortunately we will also be missing the car show this year, the second time in seven years. I worked through the night and waited for something to do...and waited.

I decided my "Crisis" books weren't going to jump out on the counter so between my turns with "Words with Friends" I read issues four through eight. I feel like I went through a time warp and as a previous journal mention, a lot more words. George Perez continues to stun me visually.

I am writing this as I am progressing along my journey. The chill begins to penetrate to my fingers, touch screens and the gloves I finally decided to wear that I purchased five years ago don't get along. I haven't really realized how much I enjoy this weekly trek until my Father said stay home, I'm treating it more of a suggestion than a fatherly command. Either way it's comic book day, read what you got and have a great day.

As far as editing is concerned...I'm taking the day off.

Thanks for Reading

Tnerb

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