My dad’s 80th birthday was yesterday, and he came down with my mom for lunch. I’m glad that my octogenarian father is still willing and able to do road trips. I think he looks pretty damned good for his age, too. I’ve decided that means I have really good genes…
I slept horribly, first having trouble getting to sleep at all and then repeatedly waking up, but finally I dozed for a good long stretch…
About 7:15, I woke up. In my grogginess, it took me a few seconds to realize I’d spent the night with friends in Fourth Ward. And that I wasn’t sure I’d parked my car legally the night before. And that it had probably been ticketed or towed…
So I went outside to check on it. Alas, I couldn’t remember where I’d parked the damned thing. I walked for blocks and blocks up Graham Street and never found my car. I was almost a mile from my friends’ apartment…
And then I realized I was buck naked, so I had to run all the way home to avoid getting arrested…
I hate dreams that make me wake up exhausted…