Because My Name is Ryan

I was so proud of myself this morning. Felt properly put together- black trousers, grey turtleneck sweater, black flats. I banished the bedroom slippers/Uggs I wore all last week and put on actual shoes. I even have eye shadow on, for crying out loud. Then I went out to get a coffee. It started to snow—just a few flurries, but snow all the same. And I thought, “Ah, it’s Christmas!” Then I thought, “why is my elbow cold?” And I looked down, and saw the silver dollar sized hole in my sweater. Can’t win for trying.