Foggy day blues

Today in Detroit the fog is thick enough to eat. Clothing the city in an otherworldly light. It doesn't sneak in ion delicate cat feet, to paraphrase sandberg. Instead, the fog is racing through the streets with all the force of a Wild Hunt. Foggy dogs leaping from lamp posts to building before descending--teeth bared--to the ground.

Three things I love about Detroit in the morning

Clogging in Tue morning may be the only way I get this done. (Guilty secret, I still haven't called for internet). But, It's a beautiful day in Detroit and i thought that I would start things off right with a list of things I love about Detroit in the morning.

1. The warm afterglow from the night before.
Last night I went out for a drink at The Dirty Truth, one of Detroit's best game night bars and a place where they totally don't mind if you just drink shelter and lime all night long. The bartender are friendly and so are the other patrons. After the Dirty Truth I got dinner near the university and it was fantastic. A pho-philly that gave you the warm feeling of a philly without the heaviness.

2. The coffee shop at 1515 Broadway.
The coffee's great. The foods cheap (which is a good thing if you're like me and haven't been grocery shopping in a while). And, the woman behind the counter is awesome. Totally friendly. Totally knowledgeable about all things Detroit.

3. The way the sunlight reflects off the river.
I dont personally have a view of the river, but I know that its there. So, I can occasionally catch a glimpse of it on my way to work.

Honorable mention... The Detroit public bus system. I have to hand it to them, they're a lot better than everybody says. They're how I get to work, and last week they would have made this list with a star. Yesterday, however, they let me down. I waited through three scheduled pick ups where no bus showed up before finally catching a cab. It will take them a while to get back on my good side.

Not on the list... A certain cat who thinks five in the morning is the perfect time for revielle.

Sunday Morning

Detroit, Michigan, home to the Tigers, bad Chinese food, and people who like to sleep in. Nothing happens here on Sundays until noon, so my cat decided to wake me up at five a.m.. Go figure.

In other news, I finished my first big round of edits yesterday and am back at work on my current piece 'The Billionaire's Baby Surprise,' which sounds so much better than 'unplanned pregnancy totally works if the guy has enough money to put it through private school.' Other possible titles 'The Billionaire's Bombshell Baby.' (I think surprise is way too overdone in romance titles).

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Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears. I come to bury--

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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary--

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Call me Ishmael--

Not my name.

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