(The box aound his neck says, "Now take a left at the end of the hall...) The Caption says, "ONSTAR for the Senile"
Has senility arrived? Am I ready for it? I don’t know. I hope not, and I will fight it…oh, pretty flowers…huh? Oh, yeah! I’ll fight it to the end - if I can remember to fight.
Let me explain.
It was real cool today and when I went to the Waffle House for my coffee and what ever eats I felt like having, so I put the heater on and pushed the button that circulates the air inside the car (cools off faster in A/C and heats up faster by re-heating the same air.)
I also have a cold with a spot in the middle of my sternum the size of a baseball that explodes every time I cough. So I stopped at the CVS and got some cough suppressant and a tube of super glue to fix this thing that needed fixing.
I got home about 1:30, brought everything in, but said a few words to the neighbor lady walking her dog first.
My step-son, Steven, came home for his lunch break around 5:30, called me on the cell phone to see if I was going somewhere because he was parking behind me. I told him I wasn’t going anywhere for about an hour but would be leaving around 6:00 or so.
So he said, “Why is your truck running?”
“Your truck is running.”
I laughed and told him I must have forgotten to turn it off when I got home some 4 fucking hours ago??!!??! “Well, will you turn it off?”
He chuckled and said, “Sure…OMG it has to be 200 derees in here. Your heater is going full blast. It even too hot to touch the keys.” He turned it off and jerked the keys out and dropped them on the seat.
At least I think that is how it went. Maybe it was a dream from my nap. No…I didn’t have a nap - that I know of.
This sux. I’m not ready for this shit. I have to go to NY this Thursday and to St. Louis for a blogger meet-up next week. Or did I dream that, too?
Does anyone out there know for sure? I would appreciate it if you would let me know. I’ll try to remember this so I’ll know what you are talking about.