52/36: Flip

Monday I had a nice afternoon nap, and woke up while it was still daylight, and then I went out to the mail box because I'm a stupid old guy who can't even remember when it's a holiday and there's no mail delivery. I did get to see a puppy when I went out. The guy across the street was putting his wheelie bin out and his dog took advantage of the opportunity to do a mini-walkabout. He didn't pause for pets but simply trotted around sniffing. It was just as well, as had I tried to pet him I'd probably have lost my balance and fallen over, which might have traumatized the poor pup, though it's equally possible he'd have found it hilarious. I'd likely have found it hilarious myself, once I regained consciousness and quit bleeding.

But I simply dragged my conscious, unbloodied carcass back into the apartment and sat down to catch my breath and not eat dinner yet, as I had only finished Sunday's dinner a few hours earlier that morning and wasn't Hungry yet. Or was that Saturday's dinner I had for Monday breakfast? I don't know, I lose track. I lose track, I loose cannon, I scatter brain, the music goes round and round and it comes out here. And here is where I go back to bed to sleep so the whole process can start over again tomorrow. Oh, and I finally got hungry again and made a sandwich, which I'll try not to reflux in my sleep. Should I survive and remain at large, I suspect I'll be as frivolous about tomorrow's catastrophe's as I have been about today's. Flippant, I know, but at least I've never flipped a fecking plane over. How do you even do that? And can I get some of that drug?