I think I have officially crossed the line into the knucklehead world.
I’m not saying that a deaf friend I ran into at the bank this morning has anything to do with it - but he did hug me and slap me multiple times on the back, then multiple times on my chest as we shared a friendly, heartfelt greeting. Unknown to him, I wear my hearing aid control dangling from a necklace and each of his hugs and slaps sent the volume and intensity of the probes through my ears into my brain reaching for the sky.
When I got home a bit later, around noon, I came inside and have been involved here without going back out.
Mary came in from work at 6 p.m. and asked, “Why is your truck running?”
Guess I parked in my driveway spot and forgot to turn it off when I got out. It was a cold day, so the heater running full blast for about six hours made the ignition key almost too hot to handle.
In preparation for involuntary placement in “a home” I am going to go drink a nice glass of warm milk and crawl into bed, where I plan to read, secretly, under the covers, with a flashlight.
la, la, la, la, la....