After two weeks off work, I found my last night as a free man disconcerting, and I tossed and turned for several hours in bed, afraid I was going to wake my sleeping wife. A couple of times I considered just getting up, and making a go of pulling an overnighter. The older I get, however, the more difficult these become. After nearly two hours of this silliness, I fell into a uncomfortable dream where I was already late for work because I forgot I had to drive in from Boyd and it would take me nearly two hours, though I had set my alarm for as if I were in Anna. Another issue was that most of my clothes were in Anna, so I put on a nice shirt, and decided to wear black sweat pants into the office, though I felt entirely ridiculous. I stood in line behind a bunch of towering men wearing Polo shirts in the middle of the street at the stoplight and when the light turned green, they all started running through the intersection, down the middle of the street. That was too weird so I went back home. I was back in Boyd and I got in the Cavalier and started to drive to work.
I rolled over in bed again and noticed that it several hours had passed. So many, in fact, that it was already time to get up for the day. As much as this sucked, I did have something to look forward to: My wife had picked up an 8-pack of tasty MONSTER for me this weekend, and the very thought of its joy flowing down my throat pulled me out of bed, and into work this morning.
Thanks sweetheart.
