The coffeehouse where I’m working this morning has officially turned into a Fellini film. The old man standing two in front of me on line wordlessly handed the barista a white rose and walked away, as the slightly younger woman behind him danced twirlingly to the music on the PA. I thought at first that they were Siamese twins connected at the crazy, but then realized they didn’t even know each other at all. The woman then turned around and stared at me with her crazy eyes for a minute before informing me, “I love your laugh!” I had not been laughing.

When the circus parade comes tromping in from the patio, I am officially out of here.